Mirroring salted sweat of limes.
Dreadful long march creeped and galloped.
No home seek looms.
A half way of death.
Quadruped war for nothing.
Tremor feet seek a poplar silhouette.
Shaded shadow similar to angel's wing.
Rain, snow, wind, sunlight , eyes dropped.
Mom, our mansard roof missed us.
Categories:
poplar, grief,
Form: Tazkira
Alone I'm standing; a tall poplar tree
With many of my kind alongside me
All standing here in solidarity
Together as one when we need to be.
There are times when we need to be alone
To enjoy the deep bliss of solitude
For any wrongdoings we must atone
Pay your debts to others; peace is assured.
Be like that tall tree as you live your life
By helping others to nurture and grow
And protect all the young from earthly strife
From within your heart you can make it so.
So stand tall and proud majestically
Being part of the forest when needs be.
Written on 17th September 2020.
Categories:
poplar, life, nature, tree,
Form: Sonnet
poplar
tall and proud
your leaves rustling
in a chilled autumn breeze -
warning
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 12, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 1, MAY 2019 – CINQKU sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
poplar, autumn, sound, tree, wind,
Form: Cinqku
As a poet I would like to be
Very poplar all the world to read
So I look at those who are
What do they write
Is it very hard
And I see quick short poem
The lines are quick the words are few
And the meaning
Isn’t there
No thought is needed
Them to read
And now I know
Now I see
Don’t make them think
If them you want to read
Categories:
poplar, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Poplar Cottonwood haiku-
songbirds nest courtships
mice, rabbits, deer eat bark leaves
mighty Cottonwood
broad triangular
cotton-like seeds grows 139 foot tree
are those leaves 6 inches
poplar Cottonwood
tallest trees in Nebraska
great plains Cottonwood
4/29/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
Categories:
poplar, animal, appreciation, bird, community,
Form: Haibun
Passive and watching,
caught up in the crowd,
with chanting and torches,
all screaming so loud.
The wailing of women,
a pouting young child,
a rope o’er my shoulder,
eyes murderous and wild.
Hooded the ghouls,
in pristine white cloth.
Battered the young man,
in bloody red froth.
All this commotion
is horror and fright
The rope on my shoulder...
they’re drawing it tight.
Gasping and choking
and kicking of feet,
hollers and cheering,
the act is complete.
Oh, how did this happen?
It wasn’t to be.
I once was a poplar;
now the lynching tree.
06/13/15
Categories:
poplar, abuse, corruption, death, race,
Form: Quatrain
Tall and magnificent is poplar tree
But about its visage is something eerie
Poplar sways in the wind nearby a great sea
Poplar is tall but can’t reach the edge of sky anymore than to see
Past the great sea
Sea
It is very big sky goes for infinity
Yet in this lost cause I admire poplars beauty
Wind blows through poplar tree
And that is what one day will allow it to see
Far past the sky and the sea
To view time but not one known to you and me
The time seen by poplar tree
Is echo that only divine counterbalance can allow one to see
This time is like the wind of destiny
Far past infinity or continuity
That wind knows what meaning of life is to be
And any other question of philosophy
It can answer what is beyond philosophy
And because of it my soul looking at poplar tree will be free
Categories:
poplar, fantasy, tree,
Form: Rhyme
The poplars sway in the winter breeze
The field is wider than even falcon sees
The very time seems to freeze
Why do we wish for there to be God we need to appease?
Even idea of heaven is in the mind
Without the mind
Man is blind
But what put the idea of divine in the mind
What part of the mind is responsible for abstract?
What in evolution made that part intact?
Is there something beyond abstract?
If fifth element is spirit what would it be if first element would be beyond abstract
And what equivalent of fifth element would be at end of all
Could there actually be something beyond soul
Looking at wind kissed poplars towering tall
Those strange questions creep into the soul
Does answer to them in wind lies
Or in shooting star that crosses the skies
But I think it lies
In the depth of my love’s eyes
Categories:
poplar, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Poplar on the wind whispers stories of old
Her words are worth more than gold
As each ballad is about to unfold
The eye of destiny looks beyond
When she was young she was cared for by a sage
Who was also great mage
But he died of old age
And she was alone among storms filed with rage
She looked as soldiers passed by
One prayed to see his home looking at the sky
When the soldier would die
Silent tears poplar would cry
Poplar spirit traveled celestial maze
There she saw things that would amaze
By divine fire separated destinies including one in first phase
One that from parallel to expanse math would arise
Categories:
poplar, fantasy, tree,
Form: Rhyme
The smell of led was in the air
In the quiet forest bullet that silence would dispel
That bullet young partisans’ heart would tear
And the boy like stone would fell
All was left was a shallow grave
And small cross given to the one who was brave
Above the grave tall poplar would sway like an ocean wave
The salute was not given because guerrillas their bullets had to save
The destiny has many turns
There are many earthly concerns
But in subtle leaves of poplar tree wind makes sound like heart that for lover yearns
Only it can respond to other sides’ concerns as well as soul’s current sojourns
Wind is beyond time but blood is like wine
No matter if blood is spilled by men or force of divine
Is the wind reflection of the force angelically sublime?
Or maybe soul has its own poplar its own wind and its own one having no reference to ours’ time
Categories:
poplar, war, heart, heart,
Form: Couplet
The Autumn Poplar
Blinded in its oblivion of words
The sound of wind rises in her branches
The dance and pirouette of each stem
As soft in sound,
As the ending flutter of a graceful leaf
To the ending page of the sheet music
I composed in the form of a poplar sonata.
The branches lean into my arms,
And I feel nothing,
Like a child in a free-suspended pirouette
Hanging upside down,
From the strongest branch,
His arms wrapped around the sturdy trunk
That has him bound by the mightiest roots.
Categories:
poplar, natureautumn,
Form: Verse