The Tree of You
I know I’m not your first love.
For example, there’s always
been Stevie with her
gravel & grace.
You have your secret dreams
and secret places.
I want to march through
that forest with the
gibbous moon
for cold company.
I want to climb into
the tree of you
and pluck your hidden
thoughts like ripe apples.
Then I catch sight of you
at the edge of the meadow.
You have your walking stick
in your right hand and
illumination in your left hand.
Carrying a basket to hold the fruit,
I follow.
I want to climb into the tree of you....lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like this, Bug!
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely lovely. Wonderfully evocative.
ReplyDeleteI like the cold company and the illumination.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Enjoyed this!
ReplyDeletelove, Love, LOVE this, Bug!
ReplyDelete"I want to climb into
the tree of you"
wow! stunning!
thank you so much for including a link to my post. {smile}
dani ♥
love, Love, LOVE this, Bug!
ReplyDelete"I want to climb into
the tree of you"
wow! stunning!
thank you so much for including a link to my post. {smile}
dani ♥
".....You have your walking stick
ReplyDeletein your right hand and
illumination in your left hand...."
Beautiful!!
stapled maples
I did a tree/love poem a while back - much prefer trees to the usual love-as-rock image. Another vote for the climbing section from me too. And the illumination is interesting too... I'm not sure how a person would hold illumination... but I'd like to see them try!
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this is much too sensual for me...hehe...i want to climb the tree of you....yes, i like that....
ReplyDeleteBug, this is the finest poem of yours that I have ever read. Such images! Such mastery with words! It is beautiful.
ReplyDeletehow lovely,
ReplyDeleteenjoyed your poetic muses,
superb entry.
It's all about the word play. You do it well.
ReplyDeleteBug--this is a great poem. I really like it, it's dense and rich and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have not read many of your poems since I am new here and have only started reading your blog since starting Poetry Jam. From what little of your writing I have experienced, it seems like your work has taken a leap into both clearer and more bold territory lately. Do you sense this?
Maybe it was the surgery--a new challenge in your life has wrought darker fruit in your work. twinkly