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this tree - winter tree - witch tree
this tree - winter tree - witch tree this tree - winter tree -<b> witch </font></b>tree written december 3rd, 2020 every season of a tree has a beauty all it's own spring sprouts - blush of first love summer lush greenery - the fullness of love fall explosion of color - love burning itself out but it is this tree - winter tree -<b> witch </font></b>tree that speaks to me most your branches spindly fingers clearly reach for your lover the sun this tree - winter tree -<b> witch </font></b>tree every cell strains upward wanting to be one with the sun this tree - winter tree -<b> witch </font></b>tree raw skeleton exposed loves first bloom long gone longing for your lover's touch this tree - winter tree -<b> witch </font></b>tree do you know that your lover's skin will set you both aflame until her desire is quenched and you are left but ash and bone do you care? this tree - winter tree -<b> witch </font></b>tree reaching ever upward towards your love wanting what you want regardless the consequences |
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i try to walk each day. i often think about the trees and plants i see as i walk. today the trees, naked of their leaves, looked haunted and i couldn't get over how the branches reached for the sun. so much of the year we can't see that. the words "this tree - witch tree" kept going through my head as i walked. sometimes most of a poem will write itself as i walk, sometimes, just a phrase or idea, echoes in my mind.
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12/4/2020 9:25 am |
very nice I want to take you into the fiery lair of steamy sexual delight on this hot sultry night.
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We all want to reach for the unobtainable or the bright shiny thing. No matter the age or species , everything needs more to sustain itself. We can be haunted one day and blessed the next. Anything is possible as long one tries. You found your words and reached us the readers. My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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Again, the imagery you project in your poetry is wonderful. And the thought about loving regardless of the consequences... so true about how we often live our own lives... striving for, craving, reaching for that which, if truly attained, might burn us in the end. Keep writing! ~myst~
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The tree is only a sleep Its time to rest from a long spring, summer and fall. With out rest they die. Look close very close and see the new life on each branch Its buds are waiting for the time to break open and start a new.
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