The Branches Poem by Jean Valentine

The Branches

Rating: 5.0


The branches looked first like tepees,
but there was no emptiness.
Like piles of leaves waiting
for fire: at the foot of
the wisewoman trees,
at the foot of the broken General,
next to the tree of the veteran girl
who died this summer slow red cloth

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 29 March 2016

An intriguing poem with rhyme and a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing it here.10 points.

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