an attenuated tree branch reaches out to its drowning shadow in the inert millpond
Stark leafless branches
against a steel-blue sky
hauntingly alive
I, the holy spirit, sat on my branch to watch my seed of light
This song came from me, and I made breath for my seed to eat
I fluttered to where they now live, which is the land of the five trees
Inspired by this section of the Trimorphic Protennoia: “The voice came through me. I created breath in my people. And I cast the eternally holy spirit into them, and I ascended and entered my light. I got on my branch and sat among the children of holy light. And I withdrew to where they lived."
weary brown robin
a single, small tree sitting
wings his on the branch
~
looming brown robin
a single, small tree sitting
gazing at the ground
~
because of the bush
as the winds blow robin rest
leaving the tree's branch
7/2/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
inverted tree branch
shaken to the max by wind
swiftly losing leaves
We are all branches of the same tree with our roots growing firm and deep in the soil.
10/5/12
The tree branch falling
As I looked out my window
I saw you walking
Farther and farther away
A swan flies over a field
My Tree, Branch and Twigs
My tree was the life I was given
The branch was the wife I met
The Twigs are my Kids
My tree was not nurtured
My branch went astray
The Twigs are my Kids
My tree was abandoned
My branch I left to nurture
The Twigs are my Kids
My tree is now whole
My branch has grown
The Twigs are my kids
My tree is now alone
My branch is on her own
My Twigs, my kids, are grown
My tree is old
My branch is?
I’ll always love my Twigs
Mark Michael Fitch
1-22-2008
Copyright ©2008 Mark Michael Fitch
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