Whispering Trees

A Poem by Tom

Two of my dear cafe friends have been urging me to pen a poem sooner than later, so that I did, and as such, it's dedicated to both, I guess they'll know who they are without me disclosing same?

Whilst out for a stroll, if truth be told
when first, I heard the news,
she's going away, no more to stay
ne'er again, we'll schmooze

Carried on the breeze, the whispering tress
sang a lonesome lullaby,
my love so fair, with raven black hair
alas, must say goodbye

My heart sank low, why would she go
looking up, I cried aloud,
has she met another, a secret lover
I implored a passing cloud?

I do not know, you'll have to go
and seek the wise old owl
then raindrops fell, my tears as well
this grief, I could not cowl

I plundered on, far, far beyond
in hope to engage,
and there perched high, I did spy
one known as the sage

O' eminent bird, truth is your word
pray tell it is falsehood,
for I am rueful, my lady beautiful
has gone to Bollywood

Be calm good sir, said he up there
let me assuage this yearn,
the trees tell lies, I see two dark eyes
awaiting your return

Thank you wise owl, cheek by jowl
reunited we shall be,
then homewards ran, a renewed man
my heart now filled with glee

And there within, fair lady of dark skin
from land of tiger and jaguar
saying, a pushy boss, wished her to cross
far sea, to become a movie star

But as is her kind, politely, she did decline
for here, she feels at ease,
in this land so green, where can be seen
those beguiling, whispering trees

© 2017 Tom

Author's Note

schmooze
verb
talk intimately and cosily;

Cowl: A hood shaped covering

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Marie

Aaaaaahhhh! Those trees have a lot to answer for, Tom! I love this narrative poem filled with excellent imagery for your reader to enjoy. Your love made the correct choice in choosing you over Bollywood! I think the trees were a bit jealous. They had nobody to hug them and tell them they were loved and they made up the story that your love had left you just to annoy you, but Mr. Owl knew better, his wisdom is razor sharp and he told you the truth. So good to be reunited with your love again! Wonderful write, Tom Thoroughly enjoyed it and thank you for sharing...

Posted 4 Months Ago

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4 Months Ago

Lol, thanks Marie, the irony as it turned out being I penned this poem in admiration of another well.. read more

4 Months Ago

hahaha... Poor Tom! I feel you are better off without her! So says this wise old Owl. Love the poem .. read more

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AYVID N

Tom,
A new poem from you is always such a joy! A special, heartfelt write, flows like s song with lovely rhyming and meter. The story has a truly happy end. The whispering trees, the breeze and wise bird bring good tidings. Your love is here to stay, as you so richly deserve. May the bliss be endless and the joy never cease. I must say Cheers! And thanks for such an unforgettable poem.