A soft glow in place of soured exists;
fresh yellow lost,
almost hidden in the background—
I am wanted
against better judgement, under the canopy of clouds
and more
by the side of waves of walnut waters.
I, the blossom tree am the epitome of your bittersweet knowledge;
my dark sodden limbs
burdened
with the sins of earlier decades.
Break me,
then cover my veins with dust—
living in twilight isn’t half as bad as one oblivious of the truth of dawn.
In the end we are left with parables.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Day Twenty-one ~ Tree Mythology
Skylover Wordlist: Parables 💝
I chose the myth of “The Blossom Tree.” Read here
Posted for Play It Again @ Real Toads
This is beautifully done, Sanaa. I love the ‘dark sodden limbs’ which create a unique contrast to the yellow blossoms.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So beautiful….again, Sanaa! I love the imagery here…both the illustrations and your words.
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Enjoyed this so much❣️🌹I especially like the lines “ my dark sodden limbs
burdened
with the sins of earlier decades.” 🙏
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh Sanaa, Your writing becomes more beautiful with each poem..This one is one of my favorites.
Awwww gosh! Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Walk through the maze and dread the end, “Break me.” And Parables that we cannot understand. Poor soles.
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Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Indeed! I enjoyed the parables and the voice of your blossom tree.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The opening lines just glimmer with ‘fresh yellow lost’, a delightful invitation to read on. I enjoyed this poem, Sanaa, especially the internal rhyme and imagery of the lines:
‘I, the blossom tree am the epitome of your bittersweet knowledge;
my dark sodden limbs
burdened
with the sins of earlier decades.’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️