Altair Laahad


A Green Willow Grows In My Heart - Poem by Altair Laahad

I feel its roots stretching deep
and stirring old memories
calling my eyes of a boy to sleep
on the callous skin of manhood
forged by hard rough rocks

A green willow sleeps in my heart and weeps
the tough rocks squeeze the roots,
as I stretch and tend a crystal glass to the tears of the spirit
wherefrom distillation of the story does the best
and the droplets wriggle through,
they gather in the bottom of my heart;

fermentation over,
time for delivery
from the bottom of my heart to the tip of the tongue
there the tear of the willow leaves the somber part
of my little heart and drowns my endless universe


Comments about A Green Willow Grows In My Heart by Altair Laahad

  • Rookie - 321 Points Poetheart Morgan (8/5/2013 1:23:00 PM)

    This poem is for us, poets, to our dreams! ! ! ! Sleep so deeply and rest on our unconscious! ! ! Muito, muito lindo! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,772 Points Dave Walker (7/30/2013 3:24:00 AM)

    A great poem, like it, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013


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