Zen From The Withered Tree

Arms stuck in the sky,
forever reaching for the sunlight.
Legs buried beneath the ground,
the world pulls me in gently not too tight.

Break, burn, carve into me
I won’t say a word.
Rain, snow, stealing from me
while I’m still home to all the birds.

Cool air ripple through the wind
spending me into a deep freeze.
Cracking wood slowly drying trees
I’ve lost almost all my leafs.

Grow green tall and brown
that is what’s preferred.
Pull, saw, chop me down
If I make a sound it’ll never be heard.

There’s no one here….

I’ve open myself to the world completely,
nothing has been bothering me lately.
I just relax and close my eyes so I can’t see,
I’m just as calm as the weather around me.

But I‘ve been actually waiting and hoping for things to happen.

Reviews

[Crossed Sky]

I like the concept and some verses, it's kinda sad.

[Emily B]

very nice . . .

[Just say no to drugs]

this is a very nice poam, i enjoyed it.

[Starr]

Good write. Great imagery, the descriptions pulls the reader into the scene. The first two stanzas are my favs. Keep the pen up poet. :~)

[Rachel Elizabeth]

This is really good. I liked the metaphors.