In a late autumn, when the last leaf sways on the branch of fate,
I have not learned to love, only to possess, to capture in threads of connections,
Fragile yet unyielding ties, a dance of possession that knows not love,
It's more than obsession, yet not quite possession, an enigma without answer.
I do not let feelings live in me, but sink my teeth into them,
I sip emotion, devour desire, a predator of my own experiences,
And yet, there's always one, just one, who pierces through the cold walls,
So silently, I didn’t even notice when this miracle occurred.
Now I don't know, but I know enough, I carry duality in every gesture and word,
Even when I say "You are free to leave," my mind whispers the opposite,
And words become mere hollow echoes, if you believe them, I'm sorry,
For you can only leave when I become the last leaf of autumn, the only one left.
In this melancholy, where desires are winds scattering illusions,
Only the echo of loneliness remains, dwelling in each fallen leaf,
A dance of the soul intertwined with the memory of unfulfilled love,
In an eternal autumn, where only the last leaf knows the truth.
When you think of your last days here on earth
Will you have relationship regrets before you depart
Estranged and alienated from loved ones or friends
Will you leave this world with a heavy heart
Reflecting back on the situation
Does it now seem insignificant and small
Do you wish it had never happened
The details can you even recall
Do you look back on the incident
Think of how silly it now seems
Was in blown out of proportion
Was it taken to extremes
Do you wish you could make it right
Make amends ,clear the slate
Could you still do that
Or is it too late
However, some falling-outs and fueds
Should never be resolved nor changed
The reason to huge or ugly
It is best to remain estranged
Are any of your estrangements resolvable
Do you feel you could be brave and take the chance
To reach out your hand in kindness
To offer an Olive Branch
outside my window sits a chickadee
he loves trees of oak & pine
has a family of a hundred & three
they love the snow & falling snowflakes sublime
& each morning some gather to sing a symphony for me
olive branch in one hand
weapon in the other
hoping for peace with his brother
eager to open his heart
stepping with caution
lest a new war he start
ancestors who precede him
sons who succeed him
raised midst outbursts of fire
triggered by scoundrels and liars...
visions nightly torment his wife
~ grasp tight the olive branch of life
Branch made the ax head float
Restored to use, so take note
Elisha's branch points to Him
Branch, the metonymic prelim
A limb grew out of Jesse's root
Beginning as a tender shoot
The shepherd boy became a king
An Ideal Savior - his offspring
David's line in disarray
Branch is born Christmas Day
The Davidic promise found in Him
To save His people from their sin
Repulsive to the natural man
Branch fulfills His Father's plan
Peter and Branch walking on the sea
Reveals the metonymic finale
Raised from the dead to return as King
Branch will accomplish everything
Universal and immensely overwhelming
"Yahweh our righteousness" is coming
Look to Branch in faith to restore
Spiritual refinement and so much more
Cleansed from sin and serving Him
We will share His metonym:
"I am the vine, you are the branches..."
I am so proud to have my son growing up right next to me
Standing so tall and majestic for all the world to see
Raising him in a world with global warming is a lot more difficult today
Strong winds have caused him to lose a branch or two
His bravery and his survival instincts continue to shine through
I am so proud of him as he has allowed an eagle to use him to make his nest
I told him to establish strong roots and Mother Nature will look after the rest
Christmas is always an interesting time of the year
Some of us will be chosen by humans who want to decorate us to spread good cheer
To the squirrels who scurry up our trunks almost every day
Or that pesky little woodpecker that seems to wake us up every morning without delay
We are honored to have you join us as our guests
Feel free to throw down a blanket and have a picnic beside us
All we ask of you is that you please pick up your mess
Spring Awakes
Robin
Maternal builders
Patiently gather debris
Fragile wombs of blue
Cherry Tree
Blushing pink petals
Tossed in my path with shy love
Nature's flower girl
Budding Beauty
Nourished by warm sun
Buds awaiting deep within
Icy tree limbs melt
i'm
connected to
a brittle
branch
disconnected
from a
tree of
life
i
i am
i am writing
i am running
out of time
i write in a place
out of time
i write in a time
out of place
it's go time
it's gone
time has gone
time is wasted
i'm going
nowhere
where
anything goes
into a wasted
land
out of time
for
i am
writing
out of time
for
time is wasting
words
for
words
create timeless
despair
despair
breaks
a brittle
branch
inside my
treeless life
inside a timeless
tomb
i
i am
i am building
i build a
bridge to
no land
i
i write
i am writing
these poems
these poems
write me
these poems
erase me
time
erases
me
white wind whips whistles
blue blowing bush big branches
denim drunk driver dead
The branch that grew on its own
No consideration of where it was sown
Oh, the heights could it seek
To become one that others would speak
Look at this what I have will flourish
Many shall see my example to nourish
New heights and beauty of many branches
All going in many directions
Not seeing the way it was headed
Even the spiders had quit netted
As the branch was about to hit the power line
The workers came by and chopped its spine
Falling to the ground in unbelief
What use shall I be of now in grief
How many times did it refuse to be pruned
Now laying in the dust of ruined
An attenuated tree branch reaches out to its drowning shadow in the inert millpond.
(23 Syllables)
Personification is a poetic device and not a poetic form, hence me labeling this 'prose poetry'.
Birdies on a branch are cuddled up so fine
Bunched up closer than clothespins on a line
Snoring in sync, a luscious lullaby in a whispery way
The rest of the forest animals cannot look away
Their mama is gone, says one. Let’s help them to have lots of fun.
teribium,Curium,actinium
sheres of charcoal.
they seek such to
make generated dissisha.
samples the need
for energy.
the need to produce
the world wishes a
freedom from what
currently exist.
Des-alpha motaium.
A branch awaits the carolling.
The choir, each limb afire with song.
The cold and bare kindled with snow.
A branch awaits.
A branch awaits the spring of feet -
the twang of movement, soft or strong.
The strum of warmth, the beat of chirps -
a branch awaits.
A branch awaits the tango’s churl -
the gathering of more than one.
Will there be tolerance or not?
A branch awaits
the carolling, the spring of feet,
the gathering of more than one.
Narrow or wide,
a branch awaits.
12/11/2022
Specious logic, serpentine manoeuvres, designed to disorient heart and mind, with a view to securing a psychological advantage are seen through by centred presence, which yet humorously indulges the play underway awhile, that the adversary’s eventual sense of triumph be not mitigated by discordant rejoinders proposed by lower mind, having recognised that ephemeral waves of the ocean rise and subside in time as ordained, melding with the vastness.
performing our role
as dreams within dreams unfold ~
let us smile awhile
01-December-2022
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