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Saturday, July 16, 2011

Yet A Sapling Still

Yet a sapling still beneath the canopies,
Standing tall I stretch forth toward its glimmer,
Shadows cast over me and I bend in winds,
Seeds planted all around, shelled beneath as I,
Reach forth, my branches bend with weighted fruit.

Fruit... they tell me will sweeten with age, blossoms,
Only to behold the secreted days here,
Held in shadows of those who were before me,
Still, standing tall, branching forth with outstretched palms,
Listening to winds whistle, nettled glory.

Yet a sapling still beneath the canopies,
Fruited planes, smooth crisp lines ripe from used blossoms,
Free of shadows cast, hope glimmers before me,
As the flowering bud, gently holds its shell low,
Nettled glory listens to wind whistle.

Petrina Lesko
July 2011

When I wrote this poem, I had an image in my mind for a drawing I would like to do, maybe even eventually adding painted whispers of color.  Looking again at topic for this week's Poetry Potluck, I will be also linking this piece over at Jingle Poetry... it seems to fit so well.


Kay L. Davies said...

Very nicely done, Petrina. I like it.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Claudia said...

the whole poem has a "bend into the wind feeling..." beautiful

Marlene said...

Lovely poem, It speaks of Summer, growth and aging to me.

Anonymous said...

your talent never ceases to amaze.

wonderful write

ds said...

We continue to grow. Very nice, indeed! Thank you.

Ravenblack said...

Beautiful poem -- good imagery and love how you use the whole tree so effectively to demonstrate personal growth.

~L said...

what a lovely beat! :) cheers to you!

Shashi said...

Oh Yes... !!!! It fits perfectly.. and I enjoyed your painted whispers... its very lovely... Thanks for sharing this at Poetry Potluck...

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Anonymous said...

Lovely poem Petrina thank you for sharing I like your work :)

Anonymous said...

Yet a sapling still beneath the canopies,
Standing tall I stretch forth

How lyrical and evocative, lovely.

Anonymous said...

Oh wow gorgeous poem and fantastic imagery.