Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

Bitter Fruits

 The autumn tree stood lone , half bare

not knowing what will follow

The storm  has blown her  leaves away

There were no stars to fill her night

but only cold and sorrow.

The fierceful wind had come oncemore

It shook the velvets of her apples

It moved so fast behind her back

It made her bend ,with no regret.

It whined , it pushed, forced itself through

It scattered bitter drops of dew

It whisked old seeds and spread the new

Then from the soilbed,  it's breath withdrew.

The autumn tree stood lone, half bare

not knowing what will follow

It dreaded blooms and yielding fruits

in seasons of tomorrow.  

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Laura Breidenthal September 19, 2015 at 10:19 PM This one is gorgeous as well Charmaine... you really put personality in nature. Your use of personification is effective and interesting. I love this line : "It shook the velvets of her apples" What a picture it invokes! Always, Laura

Heather Ober September 16, 2015 at 8:56 AM Oh, wow. You are so talented at writing deep metaphors full of descriptions and images that really resonate with the reader. I'm adding you to my fave poets list. I just love your writing style.

Andrea Dietrich September 12, 2015 at 4:35 PM Paul is very astute. I had not seen it as an abused woman until I saw his comment and then it was all so clear to me. Wow, what a great metaphoric poem this is, dear! GREAT JOB.

Paul Callus September 4, 2015 at 12:47 PM An excellent metaphor. The bitter fruits of this personified tree have been tasted by many abused women. You describe this awful experience with lovely poetic phrases. #7 ~ Regards // paul Charmaine Chircop August 5, 2023 at 8:41 AM Thanks so much for your input Paul .You nailed it.

Richard Lamoureux August 30, 2015 at 6:02 PM I can see how that would be upsetting. It is best to put it behind you. Good for you for doing so.

Richard Lamoureux August 30, 2015 at 5:09 PM The good news is that I got to enjoy this beautiful piece. Is this for the tree contest? Charmaine Chircop August 30, 2015 at 5:44 PM Oh nope... I didnt even know there's a tree contest : ). Tnks for reading : )

Richard Lamoureux August 30, 2015 at 5:07 PM Hi Charmaine, as you know you are also one of my favorites. I didn't see Judy's comment to you but I know from experience that you always write from the heart and with great sensitivity for others. Judy can be abrupt at times but I think her heart is in the right place. It is her contest and blog and I may not fully agree, but in the end it is her house so I will respect her ground rules. Charmaine Chircop August 30, 2015 at 5:36 PM A poet picked me as a favourite poet, I wanted to show this poet that his poetry is one of my favs, yet I just couldnt pick one poet as a favourite, cuz truth is I have more than one in different aspects of poetry. She just replied with a cold comment about the rules in her blog, and asked me to remove it, as she told many others. Her attitude wasnt nice. All I have read at that time was the title 'Who is your fav poet, and as far as I know its a blog not a contest. She could have replied in a kind manner, anyways, let bygones be bygones now. Tnks for reading

Ravi Sathasivam August 30, 2015 at 7:39 AM Excellent. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it. TFS

Arthur Vaso August 28, 2015 at 12:57 AM Wow, one can feel the raw emotion here! Loved this Charmaine.

Liam Mcdaid August 27, 2015 at 5:11 PM excellent piece of writing charmaine love the imaginary used wishing you a blessed week pal

Eric Boddie August 27, 2015 at 8:59 AM autumn is definitely my favorite time....the harassing insects get left behind....trees begin their slumber as they shed their summer attire....only to awaken in the spring freshly dressed to inspire....;)

Milton Robertson August 26, 2015 at 4:03 PM But she stood her ground, It all turned around, away went the pain and also the rain, again she started to bloom, not a moment to soon, It's June. Bitter fruits such a lovely and inspirational poem.

Tim Smith August 25, 2015 at 10:40 PM Sometimes we feel like the tree all alone and bare but we need to remember we have our rich soil to nourish our roots. The sun to warm us and the rain to wash away our pain. Our seeds will grow and offer us shade and comfort. So much meaning Charna. Stand tall. Hugs Charmaine Chircop August 26, 2015 at 3:54 PM Hi Tim, this poem is not about me.When I've written it I was thinking of someone innocent being raped and abused...How that someone would act? She wouldnt wanr to yield the fruit..just like the autumn tree abused by the wind...She wouldnt dare to wish for Springs and its blossoming blooms ... I love your analogy though...and am so glad it reached you that way..Thanks.: )

James Peranteau August 25, 2015 at 9:26 PM Powerful write flowering poet ! Spring and Autumn are for true my favorite seasons my friend...and then Winter's blast excites mine rugged me...brrrrr...have a wonderful week, you and your young'n....much love, james