Cherry Blossom Tree

By jasperhatsoff

Sat, 08 Sep 2012
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When the words
Became the feelers
Of ants
And trembled their stick arms
Across the page

I would leave
The library.
Leave the chains
Of black interlocked
Legs pin pricking across
My iris

And walk towards the hill.
See
The cherry blossom tree
Stretch its white arms across
The silk sheet of sky
And with a sigh, open
Its fists, and let the
Blossom tumble from the pink
Of its finger tips, dig
Its nails into the darkening
And spill violet.

And the ants would unthink
Their arms, and the quiet
Merging of the pink and
The violet, the loss
Of lines between
Things, would become
A breath inside of
Me, which would rise and
Encompass all things;
The tree, the lamp,
The pink and the violet, and
I would fall into it and it would
Fall into me.

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Submitted by Sooz006 on
And the ants would unthink Their arms, ...favourite line. This is beautiful.

 

Submitted by pom99 on
When the words Became the feelers Of ants And trembled their stick arms Across the page Beautiful lines. The poem could conjure up images for me and I loved it. Carry on writing. Everybody is original if he is true to himself and speaks from his self. But it must be from his true self and not from the self he thinks he should be. - Brenda Ueland