flayed bare her branches
of rusted leaves
to creaking winds
and I wrapping my
arms around her
like old bark
around a hollow tree
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Tony Grannell (
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Incredibly sad yet so beautifully portrayed, one of my dearest friends who is almost 80 has Alzheimer's and it's really hard because she was always such an intellectual in every way, to see her now makes me sobb. The way you have painted this poem brings so much love and a desperate aching that I also feel. Beautiful my dear Tony. 🌹
This is such an interesting and well worded poem that draws images that move and change as if in the wind of imagination. Is it of age or substance we speak and is the focus on the tree or the bark. Maybe both fit each other. is the gesture one of sensuousness or of feeble protective support? The relationship left somewhat ambiguous adds to the poem's interest leaving interpretation up to the reader. It is a snapshot of two aged companions that fit each other. The title helps some with the implication of death and maybe for both. Loved it Tony and a fave
This is one that could be interpreted in a few ways, a bit of a mind tickler. I sense an elderly couple, one wrapping and protecting the others week body, maybe someone who is in their last phase of life. Although of a sad nature it comes across as truly loving and caring, nicely expressed and written
I completely get this. Having worked with senior adults with dementia, I understand this. A sad, terrible disease, in all of it's varieties. Well written in metaphor here, my friend. Beautiful expression of grief! Beautiful poem, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Your words cling like lichen to the bare season — weathered, faithful, and quietly mourning what’s gone. 🕊️🙏🏻
No matter what the ravages of time, love never becomes old or worn out, it sustains and holds us fast to one another, come what may. So beautifully said my friend.
This one made me pause for quite a while. Enjoyed every word. Thanks for sharing 🙏
when talking about a tree, you quietly slip in the relationship angle of seniors...well done - bravo
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