Best Root And Branch Poems

Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas,
Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, 
Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue.

Where sun burns softer gringo skin, but canopy saves that paining hue 
from deceiving rays bounced bright...

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Tree intertwining,

                            complete cosmos, root, and branch,

           ...

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Family - written 9 years ago 
Hobby is Genealogy


Root and branch,
family tree,
who I am,
my pedigree.

Joy profound,
eternal quest,
through family
we are blessed!

Whether present
or absent,
jubilant noise
or silent muse,
family joy
is good news....

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So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless,
the passing-by;
head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her 
yet.

There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch,
at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for 
wisdom.
And there I am,
of a sudden...

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There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch,
at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for
wisdom.
And there I am,
of a sudden snagged by her knurled spell
as if she were the Virgin Mary, and I
a stumbling beast wandering through her world.

I want to keep my...

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Night filters sight and sound
into caves of awareness
where owls and nightjars
clatter, where timorous creatures
forage and snuffle.

The forest has gathered here
for generations, it has its own language
ground through layers of nocturnal
sentience.

In the silent cabin they interface,
trace resonations between the unseen,
lull me into a deep-listening.

The night lends...

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This night a yellow moon
stalks root and branch.

There’s a waving sagebrush breeze
to twitch wary whiskers
The star salted fields
and dark wooded islands
merge in a wash
of shoaling shadows.

Fox and rabbit are awake;
they sniff or tremble,
yet celebrate each warm breath.

This night plants flames
in covered eyes,
and we feel the...

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This night a yellow moon
stalks root and branch.

There’s a waving sagebrush breeze
to twitch wary whiskers
The star-salted fields
and dark wooded islands
merge in a wash
of shoaling shadows.

Fox and rabbit are awake;
they sniff or tremble,
yet celebrate each warm breath.

This night plants flames
in covered eyes,
and we feel the high
dangerous...

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