The old tree cries
But softly
Its branches hang
So low.
Paralysed
Down one side
A lightning strike
From long ago.
Soon its wood
Will yellow pages lay
Upon a future desk
A poet at play
Words in line
Writings crime
A veil upon
Existence.
Each shadow now
In twilight cast
Lovers whispers
Future and past
Shall rest their heads
In swaying stars
A cradle for
A blood red Mars.
Marble warrior lay down
Your shield and sword
Its pointed blade
Razor sharp
For love is in
Creaking bark
The old tree cries
But softly.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
I loved the feel of this verse and the wording was perfect for the meter. It has a comforting but haunted feel to it. Very nicely done a fave
most kind, thanks appreciated
You are most welcome
Under the old wise tree facing the river I would fall asleep...
creaking branches and flowing waves
This has a really nice flow as you read, keeps your attention, enjoyed the read
appreciated, thanking you
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