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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poem in Late Light


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Magical Wood


These trees are talkers-
Oaks and gnarled pines are
dappled shades wearing sleeveless
garments of emerald and orange

Rackham knew, when
branches reach from bough
to bower, men may emerge,
or women- appearing in faith
to husband each other-

Bark may alter,
leaves may fall, limbs
may sever- But the
reach remains


© 2010 Annie King

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5 comments:

  1. Great poem. I loved the last stanza the most:

    Bark may alter,
    leaves may fall, limbs
    may sever- But the
    reach remains

    Which reminds me, I have a Spring themed Poetry contest going on over @ my blog this week. Are you game? :)

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  2. Hi Terresa,
    Thanks for the invitation! I'm not much on contests, but I'll definitely peek in to check the entries and the winners.

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  3. 4-29-10 Note: I chose the word, husband, as an all encompassing verb: to nurture, to foster, to guide, to support; as in fellowship and communion. Does it work in this way for the reader?

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  4. Hi, Annie. What a beautiful poem. I think Elisabeth's answer about "husband" is a good one. The word works for me as a reader...it jumps out at me, but I like that. And it makes sense.

    The last stanza is fantastic, and I also love the first line. It sounds good, reels me right in, and it's so true!

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  5. Hi Julie,

    Thanks! Your comments always give me a warm glow! (Definitely, tell me, though, whenever you see room for improvement!)

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