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The tree tottered
the soil loved the tree
the soil held the turmoil
like a poem holds the lines and stanzas
brimming with the extravaganza of the spirit

The grasses won't let it go
the whistle of the world called
the train was pulling out
the tree willing to join the green procession

There was the sticky honey
and the million bees biting
in the reckless abandon
room following room
Exhume and consume
Yearning for the perpetual doom

There was the effort
Earnest effort  
to come out of the savage clasp
the pulverizing grasp

How can you shun the moons
still seeking to bloom inside the nooks of the gloom

We won't let you go
We will remove the hard snow
Look at the crimson arrow
ready to move and grow
till arrived the rainbow
Said the bees

The tall guy had taken away
most of the green leaves
The dwarf one quite a few branches
The dry wood bleeds in silence
A grey compliance
The dark girl had shared the bed
hugging the hibiscus stem and plucking the flowers
as she pleased
as the serpent hissed
the kisses burnt
The tree got aroused and learnt

Time stole the green
The children removed the silken sheen

I am abandoned
Let me go
Let others sow
Me no more

Haven't you noticed the little green folds 
from the caring split
Ripples of Narcissus
from the blue unconscious
through the half light half dark passage
emerging on the shivering surface

A mild pain in the cups
A few clouds seeking release through the rains
the light green spike in the vein

The ship cannot be abandoned
till it sinks
The ship loves the blue poetry in the freedom
of  wild abandon
The Mediterranean

As wild
as you may lead me into
the deep flowering vacuum

No need to stop the bison
Let’s resume
our sway into the total abandon

For this forest under moonlight  I shall not pass again 

June 16, 2018
Abandon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
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