Its not the revile
in the morning
its about your tears
and how you wish
away tomorrow
When today is the stet
Its not the sound of zephyr
that plays occasionally
Its the truth blowing precariously
The branches learn to bend
We took the side road to Bexhill
We saw the flames of our love dissipate
that early spring
The mighty wind, snaps the twig
of a delicate branch
Drops to ground gently,
as if flying down angelically
To firm grass, with no sound
As a passerby's feet snap it in half,
again
Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest.
Pulverized by constant wear
of boots on dusty trails.
Debris of lifeless memories
detached from vital source,
scattered broken on apathetic earth,
pummeled by the passerby.
A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated
in the spiraling downward dance of fall,
to publicly mourn its own demise
at the foot of the future,
blooming green and leafy in the sun.
Life starts and bursts so young and eager.
And so the workhouse of servitude begins its tasks.
Fully ripened and heavy in the heat of maturity
then snapping, sailing in the autumnal chill.
Yet in death, oh my, the scent returns,
a citrusy, mint, rosemary-like eulogy.
Eucalyptus snaps the loudest in refrain
to a singular journey at its end.
I wandered lonely as a twig
that fell into an endless stream.
I’d turn and sometimes make a zig
or bob along in a bad dream.
No longer on a branch was I
to gaze steadfastly at blue sky.
Instead this stream was moving me
so rapidly – I knew not where.
Oh, how I missed my tall oak tree
and breath of autumn in the air
when wind would blow my leaf so small
which had turned scarlet in the fall.
One day that tiny leaf was gone.
Not long thereafter, I was too.
Gone was the field I’d smiled upon.
A course unknown I would pursue.
How strange! Although I once knew rain,
this too much water was my bane.
No home had I, nor pretty views
like once I had when I belonged
to that great oak. I did not choose
this fate so cruel. I felt so wronged
till wood debris stopped water’s flow.
Now friends are twigs I’ve come to know!
Sept. 21, 2022
NA in the "I Wandered Lonely As...." Challenge" Contest, judged 10/22/22
For Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
the Twig
does a tree have the right to harbor a twig
or a twig the right to be
maybe the gusty driving wind can answer
when it sets the little fellow free
skipping and sliding across the terrain
then paralyzed by torrential rain
but shelter not far away
the farmer spreads open his bag
our nomad wiggles in to join the leaves and debris
now he has refuge and new friends
is he different than me
only absent a soul but still a tangible whole
the answer is within our beings if we envision
the realm of not seeing
the Twig
does a tree have the right to harbor a twig
or a twig the right to be
maybe the gusty driving wind can answer
when it sets the little fellow free
skipping and sliding across the terrain
then paralyzed by torrential rain
but shelter not far away
the farmer spreads open his bag
our nomad wiggles in to join the leaves and debris
now he has refuge and new friends
is he different than me
only absent a soul but still a tangible whole
the answer is within our beings if we envision
the realm of not seeing
I was feeling like I was beginning to forgive
I had started to make peace
So, I decided to reach out
Test the waters
Extend an olive twig
And within the exchange of only a few words
You snapped it in two
October 18, 2020
@katladyt_
The pale leaves of spring unfurl in splendor
A soft blanket covers the land
Forest and fields wake
As a gentle wind blows in the heat of summer
Tall grass stands perched on the dry ground
Birds sing in the early morning
Then seek a shady perch
Life in motion
All in a deep green
In the leaves comes autumn
Lands of yellows and reds
In clear bright air
The sun hurries by on a short arc
Warmth leaves the earth
The travelers pass on their way
Over and over the seasons beat time
Under a tree pop moon
The wind blows a promise
Of warmer days to come
We watch as we stride
Through the powerful beauty
We could have boobs in the 50’s and 60’s
We could have a nice round bottom.
We could be Vargas girls, on our way to being
Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfield.
That all changed in the wave of a twig.
Twiggy.
Skinnier than most twigs actually.
Svelte on its way to starvation.
She became the “new it girl”, the new look.
Karen Carpenter had never felt so fat.
She developed anorexia, which killed her.
Musical genius, now dead.
I blame that twig – Twiggy
And her manager
And those so-called glamour girls.
I prefer Vargas girls any old day.
a twig snap
from the cliff -
bobcat
treetops glint
in sunlight -
jackrabbit leaps
footpath
between the trees -
hoot owl
a twig snap
from the cliff -
bobcat
treetops glint
in the sunlight -
jackrabbit leaps
footpath
between the trees -
hoot owl
A worthless-seeming
Twig pile mixed with twine and string
~ Mother bird's jewels
Long ago I had a coroner friend.
He unloaded many tales of great darkness
People passing away in strange ways-in strange places.
Distorted postures in a maggot's buffet.
People going out for a bite to eat-
but never returning.to families.
His impression and confessionals never leave me.
I shared some of my stories with him.
But they paled in comparison to his.
I doubt if he remembers any of them...
Does any remember a twig 'neath a redwood tree.
The heat is soaring;
No breeze to allay;
Little puff clouds drifting,
Magnolia leaves falling,
No moisture in sight,
A twig lay on the bannister,
Or that’s what it tries to be,
It is a long camouflaged insect
Yearning to be free.
Fly away, twigged bug,
And message the clouds to rain.
Why this day you break
The only productive twig
The giver of life to many
A shelter to the birds
Of different kinds and color
Not even a tear you wipe
Your eyes dry like charcoal
In love you were with it
All gone never to be
Not even a seed you protected
To continue the twig life
Why think its cursed?
Yet the best it produces
Even in dry or wet seasons
The twig will grow stronger
In another world.
A new person will till
Till fully grown to produce
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