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.
a journey filled with many familiar paths and some not yet taken... all leading to the ever-changing destinations just waiting to be discovered.
11 comments:
Very nicely done, Petrina. I like it.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
the whole poem has a "bend into the wind feeling..." beautiful
Lovely poem, It speaks of Summer, growth and aging to me.
your talent never ceases to amaze.
wonderful write
We continue to grow. Very nice, indeed! Thank you.
Beautiful poem -- good imagery and love how you use the whole tree so effectively to demonstrate personal growth.
what a lovely beat! :) cheers to you!
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
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/whispers-memories-to-live-by.html
Lovely poem Petrina thank you for sharing I like your work :)
Yet a sapling still beneath the canopies,
Standing tall I stretch forth
How lyrical and evocative, lovely.
Oh wow gorgeous poem and fantastic imagery.
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