The Sycamore Tree
Sanaa -
May 4, 2017
Earlier PoemsPoetry

And I have watched a bobbing sycamore tree,
whispering, secrets beneath, the flaxen moon
held my breath as mountains descend in awe,
or maybe it’s a tear that melts away from eye.

I listen to the songs of the weeping shadows,
sighing, soft as though, there’s no tomorrow.
I, mount up, to the deep, and darkening sky,
attempt to gulp the midnight wind —

and watch as woe upon love’s lip dies.

 

Photo credits: Paul Whitener (1911-1959) The Sycamore Tree

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54 Responses

  1. debi says:
    May 4, 2017 at 10:47 pm

    This beautiful picture seems very melancholy to me and your words are spot on .

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  2. paul scribbles says:
    May 4, 2017 at 11:34 pm

    A melancholic song sung here. Evocative.

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  3. Barry D says:
    May 5, 2017 at 12:50 am

    You paint a moonlit, melancholic vibe that slides into a peaceful softness. I love all of your work, and this poem especially.

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  4. Anna :o] says:
    May 5, 2017 at 1:52 am

    True melancholy wrapped up in the most beautiful words. Lovely.
    Anna :o]

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  5. Magaly Guerrero says:
    May 5, 2017 at 2:33 am

    Your last line is a wonderful dream. LOVE it!

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  6. gillena says:
    May 5, 2017 at 2:42 am

    Luv this continued pondering. As your Line 1 states, it’s a case of this too.

    Beautiful write

    Much love…

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  7. Thotpurge says:
    May 5, 2017 at 3:14 am

    gulping midnight wind… a lot of sadness in here…

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  8. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    May 5, 2017 at 3:27 am

    Melancholy can also soothe… a bit like a wonderful day of fog… it can bring some rest.

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  9. Jane Dougherty says:
    May 5, 2017 at 4:09 am

    Such lovely, delicate imagery!

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  10. Bev says:
    May 5, 2017 at 4:37 am

    Beautiful words. I especially like “gulp the midnight wind” which can be taken to mean many things.

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  11. Glenn Buttkus says:
    May 5, 2017 at 5:10 am

    I found less melancholy & more melodious alacrity, hyper-sensitive listening & observing–as poets something we all strive for; smile.

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  12. Grace says:
    May 5, 2017 at 5:38 am

    Just wistful and contemplative ~ I specially love this part:

    I listen to the songs of the weeping shadows,
    sighing, soft as though, there’s no tomorrow.

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  13. Christine Ray says:
    May 5, 2017 at 6:50 am

    Gorgeous imagery

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  14. Margaret says:
    May 5, 2017 at 7:05 am

    … just a glimmer of all this Sycamore Tree has seen! Love this slice of its witness… Thank you …

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    • Sanaa says:
      May 5, 2017 at 8:24 am

      Thank you so much, Margaret 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

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  15. Jim says:
    May 5, 2017 at 8:30 am

    Mom Nature has put on many shows. I think she meant this one to be a tragedy.
    ..

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  16. Jilly says:
    May 5, 2017 at 8:33 am

    Gulp the midnight wind – Oh, that is so filled with imagery! This is beautiful 🙂

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  17. Alwi Shatry says:
    May 5, 2017 at 9:27 am

    Maybe sadness and melancholic sentiments can be a thing of beauty — if we can see it. That is my take, Sanaa!

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  18. Sreeja Harikrishnan says:
    May 5, 2017 at 6:28 pm

    oh your poem captured that pic in words….beautiful!

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  19. annell4 says:
    May 5, 2017 at 9:00 pm

    This does seem to be a sad one…and though I’m not sure exactly what you are saying…it makes me sad, too. Lovely.

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  20. Xenia says:
    May 6, 2017 at 1:19 am

    A beautiful write Sanaa, I especially love ‘held my breath as mountains descend in awe, or maybe it’s a tear that melts away from eye’

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  21. Martin Kloess says:
    May 6, 2017 at 5:19 am

    Such sadness. yet the word flow is beautiful.

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  22. kaykuala h says:
    May 6, 2017 at 7:41 am

    and watch as woe upon love’s lip dies.

    A sad ending happens sometimes!

    Hank

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    • Sara McNulty says:
      May 6, 2017 at 11:03 am

      Mellow mood in this writing, a bit sad, with images like,
      ‘I, mount up, to the deep, and darkening sky,
      attempt to gulp the midnight wind —

      and watch as woe upon love’s lip dies.

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    • Sanaa says:
      May 6, 2017 at 7:31 pm

      Definitely❤️ thanks for stopping by, Hank 🙂

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  23. Frank says:
    May 6, 2017 at 12:28 pm

    I liked the idea of gulping the midnight wind.

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  24. Susie Clevenger says:
    May 7, 2017 at 12:45 am

    You have captured the melancholy in the image. The weeping shadows certainly sang a poem for you.

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  25. Sreesha says:
    May 10, 2017 at 11:19 am

    Oh so wonderful. There’s a deep sadness in this piece that seems to speak to me…

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