Deciduous Poem by Paul Josef

Deciduous



Tending to your soil,
My hands are loyal.
I tend to your bark,
Which is gnarled and arced.
I love you. You wilt.
I'm left to prune guilt.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gone Away 04 December 2010

I like this clever poem and it has a natural rhythm as organic as this tree!

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Raj Nandy 16 December 2009

PAUL, The explanation you gave goes well with the content! But I hope in the true spirit of Christmas she might just relent! Best wishes, -Raj

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