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When I forgive the monsters among the trees, my petals will grow dusted pink-- These days, I have become a skeleton made of thorns, An unbloomed rosebush stark against the gentle green. Sometimes I see sunlight beyond the thick-leaf canopy, Splintered by branches and trunks more mighty than I may ever grow, And I recall the sweet and far flowered days, wet with morning dew. The monsters came in summer heat with clouds for tails and roots hard as stone-- They trod rough on my leaves and stole my roses with grinding teeth, And left me naked among oaken giants. Six flooded springs have passed, though every dawn breaks cold, A suffocating haze, thick as if the sky itself fell to weigh me down, How slowly fog burns under the rising sun.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
mel-harcum
The Longest Winter
When I forgive the monsters among the trees, my petals will grow dusted pink-- These days, I have become a skeleton made of thorns, An unbloomed rosebush stark against the gentle green. Sometimes I see sunlight beyond the thick-leaf canopy, Splintered by branches and trunks more mighty than I may ever grow, And I recall the sweet and far flowered days, wet with morning dew. The monsters came in summer heat with clouds for tails and roots hard as stone-- They trod rough on my leaves and stole my roses with grinding teeth, And left me naked among oaken giants. Six flooded springs have passed, though every dawn breaks cold, A suffocating haze, thick as if the sky itself fell to weigh me down, How slowly fog burns under the rising sun.
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her grandmother stood at the window in the kitchen the corners of her mouth turned up into an unconscious slight smile at the sight of a spinning yellow blur under the big oak in the middle of the pasture surrounded by green grasses wonderous hues of wildflowers she quietly called out to grandad come see this the lanky cowboy sauntered in from the breezeway with his umpteenth cup of coffee peered at the blur of yellow opened the side door stepped out on the deck beside the metal glider and called out in his smooth baritone voice sheeeeeelllllliiii... sheeeeeelllllliiii lllllloooooooooo... she might have been 4 or perhaps five precious in the way innocent girls that age are dressed in smocked yellow lawn white lace patent leather up to her shins in spring grasses slowing her spin she turned toward her name her face radiant she took a wobbly step or two then broke into an off kilter run arms stretched out before her he took a few long strides bent his tall body low offering a bent knee wide open arms she flew into them with all her might knowing she would be caught rough housed with and given a wickereye from the window her grandmother took it all in sighed said to herself hold this dear hold this snapshot of the soul for. ever.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
rochellefoles
granddad’s arms
her grandmother stood at the window in the kitchen the corners of her mouth turned up into an unconscious slight smile at the sight of a spinning yellow blur under the big oak in the middle of the pasture surrounded by green grasses wonderous hues of wildflowers she quietly called out to grandad come see this the lanky cowboy sauntered in from the breezeway with his umpteenth cup of coffee peered at the blur of yellow opened the side door stepped out on the deck beside the metal glider and called out in his smooth baritone voice sheeeeeelllllliiii... sheeeeeelllllliiii lllllloooooooooo... she might have been 4 or perhaps five precious in the way innocent girls that age are dressed in smocked yellow lawn white lace patent leather up to her shins in spring grasses slowing her spin she turned toward her name her face radiant she took a wobbly step or two then broke into an off kilter run arms stretched out before her he took a few long strides bent his tall body low offering a bent knee wide open arms she flew into them with all her might knowing she would be caught rough housed with and given a wickereye from the window her grandmother took it all in sighed said to herself hold this dear hold this snapshot of the soul for. ever.
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