Best Plum Tree Poems
Enchantment of magic’s sweet passion has bound me
With minutes and hours I now must reclaim;
Spellbound, love calls to the spirits around me
And drifts into dreams at the sound of his name.
The breath of his memory awakens from slumber;
I hear the soft whispers of a loving refrain
That stirs in my heart such an infinite hunger
With incense to scent each exquisite strain.
The face of my love comes back in a vision
With sounds of his voice in the soft grey gloom;
In a twilight of stars when the scent is Elysian
I wait for him under the plum tree in bloom.
So hushed is the flute of a love song enchanted
With music he played when his mouth was stirred;
I now hear the song so tenderly haunted
Invading my dreams with all that I heard.
As green leaves and blossoms twine and are braided
The strings of my heart have come undone;
When the lush of the green vine is woven unfaded
The binding of my heart with his is as one.
Weary... my footsteps reach a dark alley
as kohl light pushes stars into tender
tempest; notes from an old man's
weeping guitar choke my lungs droning, droning---
as if bitter bass of winds silences
my voice--- never to hear pang of a numb day
that holds this sacred dream I'll never possess.
Entering the halls of my mind, there she is,
laughing like an angel divine, shaping a lullaby
I hummed when arms cradled her when one
night's breath snuffed my child before her time.
And though without her, the young plum tree
that grew under her shade will always bear
sour flowers...its leaves and branches
reaching out to me with tender longing.
Perhaps I'll water them one day,some day...
because without their blooms, I might forget
the face of my little girl whose cheeks
looked like their flushing sheaths...and I gaze
at the same moonlight to touch her eyes
then fold them to sleep. Opening the rusty door,
we kiss," goodnight, baby... I am home."
---Based on my first cousin's experience
BEST SAD POEM EVER II Contest for Laura Loo
Resubmitted 9/12/2016
Each spring when winter has trudged away,
I love to drive up to my house and see my trees in bloom.
The ornamental pear tree, so tall and dignified,
is like a bride in a gown adorned with white florets.
The ornamental plum tree stands stately too nearby,
her limbs bejeweled in a myriad of amethysts.
Behind them both, the cherry willow greets me
with leafy swaying arms arrayed in petals pink.
While her lower half hangs low, the top half of this tree
reaches for the sky wearing charms of white like snow!
March 7, 2022
For Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
March 23, 2022 for 'A BRIAN STRAND 1095' Poetry Contest
A bleak morning, I waken
To relentless rain.
Drops pearl the redbuds.
Broken branches beckon
With slimy fingers.
A deserted nest perches
In the plum tree;
Black and wet, it does not
Remember the fledglings
12/4/2016 - 35 words
N/A in contest: Any Free Verse 150 words or less ( Laura Loo)
N/A in contest 245 (Brian Strand)
spring time morning sun
feeding robin on plum tree~
silence of strollers
Little black beetle with glasses
sunshine through your lashes.
Life in paradise - isn't it nice.
Why do you have wings ?
can you sing ?
Little black beetle black as black can be
I saw you high up in the plum tree.
Life in paradise - isn't it nice.
Maybe you can fly
or would want to try?
Little black beetle don't say goodbye
soon grandma will make plum pie.
Life in paradise - isn't it nice.
Do you drink tea ?
do you know a bee ?
Little black beetle you'll love its flavor
and run and tell your neighbor.
Life in paradise - isn't it nice.
Have you read a book ?
Got a fish on a hook ?
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27.03.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Children Sing to Rhyme
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
1st place in the contest
INVISIBLE LIFE.......................HAIKU #12,053-12,058
Some wear coats gray green
Others come on the scene clean
A process unseen
My ears my eyes poised
I saw my plum tree alive
Pregnant with ripe plums
I watched her thrived
But foreign host soon arrived
Invading her limbs
She stood out like beam
Haters scoffed at the sad scene
While elements smiled
One branch of my tree
Handed a message to me
"Life can be renewed"
A new branch emerged
Vibrant than the rest gray green
She became the queen.
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Goldfinch singing high
up in white cherry plum tree
holds me on the path
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Windows thrown open on a sunny June morning
Refreshing and uplighting like a sun flower's first captured vision
Breathe deep and absorb the sallowed air
A woodpecker knocks and signals that summer has sprouted at last
The window causes the wood pigeon to scare and swoop away to the south
It flies leaving my elder berry tree. Oh those lovely teas of the elder berry
I must check the size of the raspberries on those endless spreading tendrills
And tie up the old conference pear to the bending summer wind
New cut grass divine in smell from yesterday's motored cut
The stinging nettles make no effort to grow beside the swings
Small crimson and green rhubarb shoots sprout out and lack a feed
And the wind blown fish meal has moved on beyond the base of the plum tree
The wood pigeon returns and lands and hides like so many years before
Mr swallow swans and loops for insects upon the wing
So many frog sprawn clumps at top the septic tank some born some wriggle
And once before a pine marten appeared and lifted the lid of my old dust bin.
A garden so rich and vibrant so productive and open
I welcome all comers to grow to feed to view to read
It oxygenates the mind and calms the soul
Brings happiness and reason gives purpose and marks the season
the hard winter done
now the plum's cute white roses
a lovely blossom
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"When the old plum tree blooms, the entire world blooms" - Dogen
with blossoms bursting
my plum tree basks in sunlight . . .
a song bird’s sweet trill
The fruit tree.
Twilight, soon it will be dark, sparrows are flying back, god knows
where they have been. A flock meet in my plum tree, there is livid
arguing, who is going sit where. My tree doesn’t bear crops, yet
it is a fruit tree, my neighbour says so. I’m a plum tree too grew
up tall and stylish women flocked around me, I married five times
... and not a bloody plum. Grey trunk, limp leaves and when dusk
comes no one sits on my twigs; I have to invent stories of plums
I never had. Fine plums, juicy plums all of them females that never
matured and left me alone to fend for myself in time of solitude.
Night, and in my heart there a is longing for the unfeasible.
A wonder why some people does behave suh
Greedy foh dem mattie own
Always want but never like to give
I can't live with these people no moe
Dem does get on my nerve now
A de thinking dem gone change they ways
But it getting worse by the days
Tell meh why we can't be civilize
Is like dem see a plum tree
And ain't waiting fo de plum get ripe
Always wanting the first bite
When you see dem get money
Dem whole attitude change
But when dem get broke
Oh lawd
Dem like uncivilized ape
I can't tek dem now
But every dog get dem day
A gone hide meh fang
And give dem a taste of they own medicine
You wait and see
My house ain't get place fo bad minded people
Period !
Blossoms
Of the plum tree
Thick snow
On the branches
A few wisps of steam rise
As a warm wind
The first of the season
Carries the sound of ice cracking
Through her still closed window
The light of the first quarter moon
And the glow of the angel beside her
Lights a path in the land of dreams
A land where time ebbs and flows like the tides
Where all those she had loved wait patiently for her
As her last few breaths quietly subside
It is hard to take back the things said
Hard for the storks hovering in the air to vanish beyond the longing of the times
Once the bullet is extracted from the wound
Do not throw it away
For it is implanted in your blood
It is in proportion with the stature of your soul!
Once you release the song from within
And feel at ease
You can contemplate the day in a different light
You will feel satiated by the tribulations of life,
By the moment of pain.
Once the nights, round like the full moon, are here
And the gates of the underworld close
Leave those useless petty ornaments on the seabed,
Take delight in the forgotten thought of your mother
And the frigid breath of the rainy Friday…
If only you knew about the bitter tears the mirrors shed when you left,
How the Pleiades got thinner next to the plum tree in the courtyard
How I also felt the firm hand of expectation in my chest!
The wind slams the gates of the future
What is life…
But,
An inhalation of high summer right in the middle of the archipelago!
I have not spent a single moment
Without a stroke,
Not a single afternoon without a song.
I have not left a single white dove without treating it to basil
But there is no single grain of rain left upon my fingers,
No sunflower seed left unharvested in my net.