the way of the trees
by Christine Bolbirer
Monday, September 22, 2008
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Remind me,
The way of the wind
The tongue of the trees
In subtle union
Embrace me,
For I have strayed
Gather my leaves
To my breast
Only to fall at my feet
And run away
Left the bare essence of me
Somewhat less but still standing
Spread my arms to catch
the sun.
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| Reviewed by Michael Guy |
11/10/2008 |
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You have a concise, telling style that speaks a forest of meaning to the reader. I particularly like the ending for this time of year: "Left the bare essence of me
Somewhat less but still standing
Spread my arms to catch
the sun."
I'll be back to read the rest soon, michael guy |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
10/10/2008 |
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Wise ponderings and profound poemization of "the way of the trees".
An outstanding poetic beauty.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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