Timeout
You and I, we were always
too un-supporting, limbs careering,
threatening to break, failing to
hold, easily bared of our camouflaging
bark not thickened enough to shut out
cold air trapped between rings of years.
When that one last blow toppled
our newly rebuilt canopy many stories
high, leaves streaming to brittled ground
like corsages unpinned and thrown
down on one more spring's eve, you and I,
we stood in place just long enough
not yielding, not resisting.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
Fine poem. I love the tree analogy and the steady movement throughout.
ReplyDeletegreat line break at stories...had to go back and read it fluidly as well...ha...the leaves as corsages is an inspired image as well maureen...
ReplyDeleteThis piece really impressed me. I love the sparce wording and deep meaning of each line. A great example of a poem that will touch different readers in different ways.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny what a breath of honest can do. Melding together of ideas. Liked the write. More show than tell x
ReplyDeleteLet me use this seldom use superlative--fabulous!
ReplyDeleteGreat analogy - so visual.
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