Reaching
By Rhiannonw
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(photo 1)
A stricken tree, its bones survive –
grey, honed they reach, and taper high
to poke the blue,
like twisting roots upon the sky.
[Poetry Monthly August: Blue Sky Tree High]
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I love this Rhiannon. Those
I love this Rhiannon. Those dead trees are a striking part of the landscape and a valuable home for tiny wildlife, you've captured their spirits beautifully here.
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Clever and spritiual. Perfect
Clever and spritiual. Perfect Haiku material. Very well done.
Yasemin Balandi
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I'll look at these "stricken" trees
I'll look at these "stricken" trees in a different light after reading your poem Rhiannon. So few words but, so well crafted.
Edward
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The first thing I thought...
... that feels like me right know... chronic fatigue in the bones under such weak flesh, reaching out in perseverance and the peace that all will conquer death...
Have a good weekend :) $
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I like your little poem - to the point and yet with a lot to think about.
Jean
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So much said in such few
So much said in such few words.
Jenny.
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