A Tree Within

A Tree Within

A Poem by Tasha
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I had no inspiration for this.

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A tree grew inside my head,
a tree grew in
its roots are veins,
its branches nerves,
its love stimulates
the colors of the leaves
in its different seasons,
thoughts is tangled foliage
your glance sets me on fire,
and its fruits of shade
are bloody red apples
and pomegranates that
spark a flame
Day breaks
in the body's night
there within, inside my head,
the tree speaks...

Come closer, so you can here what she has to say

© 2011 Tasha


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Wow This is so deep I dont know where to begin.... Trees normally symbolize knowlege and life in General. The Tree of the knowledge of good and evil, and the Tree of life. Apples and Pommegrantes are fruits of love, Apples the knowlege of love, and the pommegrante the Passion of love. The Tangled foliage mentioned in the poem, Could symbolize the waring that each side of our inner psyche does, one battleing for dominance over the other. Then the night, The stillness as the most inner thoughts are made loud in the mind, and the one so longing to express them. This poem is so remarkable and its imagry is superb. Great job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Sensational word craft, expressing complexities so delightful it sets me at peace in the primeval forest of mind...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perfectly described and such an innovative thought to the poem! i loved it and lost myself within it! I have always thought trees to be magical things with secrets to hold and tales to tell, but this flips it and has shown me people can be the same :) thanks for the excellent read!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow This is so deep I dont know where to begin.... Trees normally symbolize knowlege and life in General. The Tree of the knowledge of good and evil, and the Tree of life. Apples and Pommegrantes are fruits of love, Apples the knowlege of love, and the pommegrante the Passion of love. The Tangled foliage mentioned in the poem, Could symbolize the waring that each side of our inner psyche does, one battleing for dominance over the other. Then the night, The stillness as the most inner thoughts are made loud in the mind, and the one so longing to express them. This poem is so remarkable and its imagry is superb. Great job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is lovely, I really love this one, thank you much appreciated, WS

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hmmm ... very mysterious and ethereal, yet it's not your best work! Having problems grasping what you are trying to say and what you are wanting the reader to feel.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very good!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It is vivid and very well written. Good job. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful! I love this. =) love the imagery here.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so alive...I love it.. a new favorite to go back on again and again...xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An extremely surreal piece with vivid imagery. This is excellent T.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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