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...
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!
I have to disagree with the statement under the title. I think you were listening to the world around you, the world that inspires us to write what we feel, and I bet you you wrote this verse after seeing something some time ago (be it a year or a week). At some point, it came to fruition of its own volition. I don't know the absolute meaning, but referencing both the bloody red apple and the pomegranate shows that somehow the tree of good and evil came to mind. Maybe this poem is a musing on the nature of good and evil, but who knows.
It's inspired and awesome, like your work always is.
You say you have no inspiration for this, but inspired imagery it is. "...thoughts (are) tangled foliage/your glance sets me on fire..." through the end of stanza are glorious visuals. Your final line suggests the word "hear" instead of "here"; those couple of grammatical errors detracts little from the power of the piece, and from this anal-retentive English lover, that speaks volumes. Excellence.
This is quite interesting because it's been said that women think like tree branches, in a million areas at once. I think the tree was growing with me as well. I could feel the emotions in this poem so very well. I love that the tree speaks and what it has to say at the end. Brilliance, pure brilliance! Great write!
A colourful image poped out from my mind as I was reading yours, an really interesting piece. I think I was exploring and growing with the tree too. The last stanza is beautiful too, I love it so much. That is one of your best piece you did so far in my heart. Really looking foward to read more of yours.
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