Bristle

I hear the palm trees bristle do they not like the breeze could they be angry that the sun has hidden its appeal Perhaps they share my thoughts intending to appease That I am not the only one that they know how I feel I watch them through my window as if they wave to me hypnotic in their soft advance I just can’t turn away Imploring as they bristle to hear their winsome plea to give the sun another chance to grace a brand new day

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Deb M

Date: 8/1/2025 10:25:00 PM

Aww Mike your poem has such a calming and peaceful feel to it....simply beautiful my lovely, lovely friend! Debx

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 8/1/2025 4:16:00 PM

Skillfully written Mike! I have those private, thought provoking moments. You captured yours quite well. Applause & am faving, Sara

Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/1/2025 3:23:00 PM

Never gave that idea a thought, Mike. Creative, imaginative, and skilled write. Thanks, Gershon

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 8/1/2025 1:27:00 PM

Hello Mike, There’s this calm honesty running through your lines, like you’re letting me the reader in on a private moment without forcing anything or making it too heavy. Thanks for inviting us into your view and giving the ordinary palms swaying, a cloudy day, a little dose of wonder and empathy. Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Anne Winter

Date: 8/1/2025 7:28:00 AM

This is true poetry, dear Mike, I can hear the bristling through the words. The tranquility it provides the mind is just absolutely brilliant! Love this!

Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward

Date: 8/1/2025 5:51:00 AM

This is a gorgeous serenity piece. I especially love "I watch them through my window as if they wave to me hypnotic in their soft advance I just can’t turn away Imploring as they bristle to hear their winsome plea to give the sun another chance"