If I were a tree...
I’d be a burley redwood in a western forest,
Or a tall sequoia fully grown.
Might be a stately elm among the lesser timber,
Or a sturdy oak as tough as stone.
But always prone to sometimes catching fire.
If I were a tree...
I’d be a sugar maple on a frosty morn,
Or a lonesome pine along the run.
Might be the village chestnut when the rumors fly,
Or a weeping cherry in the sun.
But you’re the one who sets my heart on fire.
When you tease your slender matchstick
To the edge of a spark,
I give you the attention you require
Until my cinders smolder down to windblown ash.
Consume me with the passion of desire.
If I were a tree...
I’d be a bloomin’ dogwood in a small town park,
Or a paper birch out in the ‘burbs.
Might be a rose of Sharon left to grow too high,
A lime tree bower for the birds.
In Smokey’s words, “Only you can prevent wild fire.”
green aces glisten
sun drops diamonds in grass -
lime tree after rain
20.08.2019
Tree Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
PS Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5
April’s Sudden Enlightenment
By Stina Lu
April walks down from the decaying Chinese rose
Pushes away the flirty wind
Neglects the sunlight’s sudden closeness and farness
Leaves wear a shining green crown
which is granted by the season
All charming flowers are ordered to fade
The tadpoles are observant
They turn into frogs, boasting and swaggering
Birds in the woods are innocently delighted
Singing an ode on the shivering throne
A powerful symphony of destiny
has hijacked the fragile ears of April
Spring thunder is frightened into silence
Rains are hiding in the clouds, self-blaming
Wounded and scarred
Flourishing flowers of yesterday
lying on the ground
Under a Lime Tree is April suddenly enlightened :
Forgive all the lives, as the deaths always do
The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune
My consciousness behaves as EOLIAN HARP
as Coleridge poem suggests full of delusion
So through opaque glass my window I cannot see
FROST AT MIDNIGHT has now spoilt for me this vision
So with dejection, curl into a foetal ball
hiding In THIS LIME-TREE BOWER A PRISON MAKE
I await my fate, wondering will my heart heal
Will I from my ongoing pity…soon awake
penned 5 February 2017
You will grow old in another's arms, not mine
And in your comfort zone
You will remember again the boy at the gate
Leaning his head to see between
The lime tree branches - the absence of you
Why would I walk so far in the sun
To see you hiding among the shadows
Your voice bellowing - I know the old
Unresolved of childhood, the indelible
Of pain nibbling where you hide your peace -
Some things are never meant to me
It does not matter now my longing to be free
From the sun burning hollow place
I desired water
To replace the thirst of sand
And found a lake
A drink forever
Where man shall not thirst again
Nor bee, nor flower
Her wine a rare treat
Of lips, breasts, and tongue distilled
Fountain of desire
When books fell apart
The wind howled the barren heart
Shuddering breasts stay
More then memory
Of entwined hands, and long lane
Of shadows laughing
A new born child cries
Loudly to belong. Time webs
Truth in silky hands.
Love measure me out
In spoonful of pain, I know
Endless worth to tell
My love endless waits
By lime tree and fragrant gate
Kissing moon goodbye.
If I could hold only you know
Still as the night when you cried alone
Solitary as the day you sat on that stone
And still be your king without a throne
If I could only recover love unknown
If I could hold only you now
If I could see only you now
Knocking on my door once again
Singing with me through sunshine and rain
Kneeling with me amidst the sugarcane
If memory did not make it more vain
If I could see only you now
All I believe have turned to dust
Cocoon and butterflies change and change
Time moves forward on life's backward range
Sorrow is a heart broken and strange
How love our world can so disarrange
All I believe have turned to dust
We long in wind and rain have learned nothing still
Not what we know, but what we believe we are
And nothing like is told by seers or star
Expectations make the truth strange as far
While we pine like a surf to cross the bar
We long in wind and rain have learned nothing still
If I could hold you now
Once again beside the lime tree still
And undo the errors of our will
Keep the world with jasmines fill
If I could you again over the hill
If I could hold you now
There is lime blossom
On my tongue lingering still
From our fragrant kiss
Lip to lip at the gate
The first invite to the bees
Brimming me with pain
It does not matter
Longs as the lime tree remains
Stars fall at your feet
Blossoms are stars' seed
Desire twinkles them like eyes
Where my passions feed
Silence then was bliss
Absence makes now silent pain
No stillness, no kiss
And one whole today
Of silence drift through the clouds
Lime thorn in my skin
I want now to taste
Lime blossoms in your embrace
Bee milk on my tongue
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