An ode to my mother and all those who rear life to fall in themselves
Inspired by the great poet Ron DuBour
Pine tree :
In the echo of my mothers pine
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The echoing pines in your words did rhyme
echoing a grief in to bereave
A time gone past
when we were trees
Now we lie gathering
in it to shine
The days of dust
of traffic soiled grime
in us to shed our leaves so shorn of a time
once lived now in it gone no more mine
of a life shredded in it so torn
of people bereft of a life they lived
in it to fulfil no more fun filled
of a drudgery of life in it to bare
of a life lived seamless in it to rear
prolonging life for life’s sake
in it to groan and quake
of a tear filled tree as it pours its woes
echoing life in it to mourn and roar
life this is what you have done to me
beckoning me then killing me
as I lie picking my fallen leaf
in tears to fill it with dead sheaves
shrunk tattered hopes borne in dead heaps
in the windfall of life
as I fall
to grieve
in leaves decked
bejewelled once worn
in fruits once grown
gathered newborn
now I lie shattered in my leaves
to grieve the earth
the end of an era in it to die and birth
no more the way I used to be
the world once prayed to me
I was the tree in which people built homes
the tree which danced in the breeze
to a tune unsung my own
in its shade people took refuge unknown
now I wait in my shadow bereft of leaves
bereaved lost to myself to my own breeze
in a world which tosses and turns
cutting me off one by one ..
to own the land which belonged to me once now no one
in my loneliness I stand alone
I belong to no one
in my fear unconquered
cornered by my own one
lost unknown
no more
no one
Powerful and worthwhile poetry. Thank you.
By: johncoyote on January 26, 2017
at 10:48 am
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Please read the work of a talented writer.
By: johncoyote on January 26, 2017
at 10:49 am