Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Stifled

the old oak on the hill
extends its limbs towards me
offering as much comfort
as you this somber day

i sit beneath the willow
for it weeps with me
and cradles me
in its sweeping caress

my fingers tear
against frustration's flesh
the same as this jet stream
scratches an ashen sky

the clouds part
momentarily 
before my now opened eyes
exposing the sky's soul
which appears to bleed
with less compassion
than me it seems
before it closes its wound
and hides the sun again

i struggle to breathe
in this cool mist rising
between the hush of sighs
and the stifle of tears
as they fall all around me
in puddles of last night's darkness
still rising in the dawn
of this day

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Brenda Chiri January 18, 2020 at 2:48 PM Congratulations on your win!;) Sandra Adams January 18, 2020 at 8:15 PM Thank you so much Brenda :)

Ronald D Thompson January 17, 2020 at 3:46 PM Congrats on your first in the contest for this truly wonderfully penned poem. Best wishes...Ron :) Sandra Adams January 17, 2020 at 6:46 PM Thank you so much Ron :) sometimes nature offers things that you wish others could see... hugs

Caren Krutsinger January 17, 2020 at 5:10 AM Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh What more could I possibly add? Sandra Adams January 17, 2020 at 10:33 AM thank you Caren :) hugs

Running Wolves January 16, 2020 at 8:44 AM you write with such subtle intensity. softly spoken sadness swirls like mornings mist. gentle sighs echo on frosty winds heavy breath. I need to be strong, yet I cry. love you poem Sandra Adams January 16, 2020 at 9:45 AM Thank you so much Robert...my muse has a way to express emotions.... :) hugs

Gershon Wolf January 15, 2020 at 9:33 PM Your 2nd to last stanza, where the sky's soul's exposed --- Wow. That really is a gut-punch. Never saw anything expressed that way before. Bravo, Sandy! Happiness and Joy, Gershon Sandra Adams January 16, 2020 at 9:44 AM Thank you Gershon...always happiness but sad poems make more of an impact... hugs :)

Gordon Mcconnell January 15, 2020 at 4:03 PM Such a lovely penned piece Sandy, such lovely tones of emotions spread throughout. Blessings,Gordon Sandra Adams January 15, 2020 at 7:16 PM thank you so much Gordon... blessings and hugs :)

Vijay Pandit January 15, 2020 at 1:56 PM Excellent depiction, as always, Sandy--between the hush of sighs and the stifle of tears--what a blessed vocabulary! Sandra Adams January 15, 2020 at 7:15 PM Thank you so much Vijay... this was a bus scribble too but it was too long to write on my phone so i texted it to myself and transferred it at home...it was a beautiful scene this morning :) hugs

John Hamilton January 15, 2020 at 12:31 PM Mesmerizing how you describe natural beauty mixing with emotion, a truly grand gift you have Sandy! Sandra Adams January 15, 2020 at 7:14 PM Thank you so much John...it's something i think i learned at a young age because i used nature to calm me as a child, and now i guess i compare emotions to what i see around me... hugs

Chris Green January 15, 2020 at 11:09 AM Stifle, what a great word for the day. Sometimes we push on when we shouldn't. Your poem though is once again, I can't even count how many times I have said this, absolutely beautiful. Your words float across the page and land so softly on my eyes. Though sad, there is still something very special about these thoughts when they flow. Sandra Adams January 15, 2020 at 12:19 PM thank you Chris...i wish i could describe the scene, the kids on the bus commented on it... the skies were gray still from last nights rain... we topped this hill and there's a big oak in the lawn with many branches... very old big tree... above it, was the sun, it looked like someone peeled the clouds to show it...such a big huge red ball...but no color in any nearby clouds... it reminded me of a full moon rising, huge, but red...and as quickly as it appeared, it was gone...but the beauty of it... wow...