Tree of Hearts

How could my heart be lonely

when you've dealt me

      the tree of hearts

I'm alone,

      even when here with you

old rain clouds burst

      over my soul

your skies are still sunny overhead

My tree of life

 comes with baggage

from another

         time and place

       how many hearts need fall & shatter

till that tree is bare

 In the midst of winter

  you showered me lavishly 

       with attention to grow

damaged roots could not

     lap up your affections

you recoiled from pain

   within my fray~

that's why I say,

 'it's not you, it's me'

                                 an old cliche - -

                                           yes, I know, 

 exactly how,

                           

                           it was first unearthed

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

More brokeness and brokenheartedness... And truly felt here.

I'm alone,
even when here with you

damaged roots could not
lap up your affections

Such tragic thoughts, how damaged the soul can become, that even the sun cannot penetrate... How can this winter devastated tree awaken to spring and bear its fruit again...

[Frieda P]

Thanks Horizon, love this review!

[Rita L. Sev]

Ah, pushing away love because of past pains - so much easier to do than embracing sometimes. I say to this, embrace anyway. Good piece, one I could connect with.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rita, how many times are we suppose to 'embrace'? Thanks!

[Rita L. Sev]

There's a print on my wall that says "Life is a balance between holding on and letting go." While I totally agree, I am not always certain when to do which... I usually end up holding on too long. But, we press on...

[Frieda P]

That stupid print should come with directions!

[Rita L. Sev]

LOL! Yes, but then again, so should Life!

[Frieda P]

That would be ideal, but then you know men never open the directions to begin with, so that'd be a problem right there! ;-)

[lee von cleef]

Woke negative today and the shower did not seem to help. Then I dove into Robert Frost that California kid who was uprooted to the N.E. "Home Burial"
Making the gravel leap and leap in air,
Leap up, like that like that,and land so lightly
and roll back down the mound beside the hole.
I thought, Who is that man? I didn't know you.


That should be enough of a tease,Freida P read the whole. He succeeds with half the truth lets us fill our truth weighted on the other half, I guess what I am, wanting is for your piece to have less, Yet give more, a surprise we can twist in the wind on.

[Frieda P]

Oh you always try my patience with your reviews lee..lol Have less, give more, sounds like my love life ;-) I'll see what I can do!

[lee von cleef]

"Spend less live more",I think that is a message Jesus would encourage, Happy Easter.

[Frieda P]

I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there, I will not forgive....

[lee von cleef]

Now after confession you are as pure as the day you were born....

[Frieda P]

Sorry, I don't do confessions....are you thy father by the way?

[lee von cleef]

Now that would be a true Conundrum,

[Pete Langley]

I`m hating myself for this, but....The ongoing metaphor is fine - and threaded with feeling - your meaning is clear, yet this piece, for me, is dysfunctional. That you were trying to recreate the same dysfunction you feel in a relationship, I don`t know, but I think this piece needs some work, love. P.

[Frieda P]

Don't hate yourself Pete, it's only poetry, my life blood and all that but I'll get over it ;-) Hmm, how so?

[Pete Langley]

I don`t know exactly. I think....I think it`s probably because It feels fractured. I think...I think I am looking for a timeline... a thread of connection to hang everything on in an order of sorts.... but sometimes I`m full of crap.

[Frieda P]

Not sure exactly what you mean, I've tried to translate past hurts into the current reasons 'why'...if I told you when & his name, I'd have to kill you. ;-)

[Pete Langley]

Yeah, sure. I ain`t good at dying and I am full of crap.

[Frieda P]

Truthfully, I wasn't entirely happy with the way it turned out...so maybe not so full of crap after all, I think the idea of it came across, I'll have to work on it....I'm sure John could tell me where I went wrong...

[Pete Langley]

Nur nur na nur nur!! I`m sure he can. He`s a lot cleverer than me!(or, maybe, Gerry?)

[icelandicblue]

Beautiful poem Frieda! I love the title, nice play on words. That ending is absolutely sublime. Another gem of a poem you've got here. I'd enter this one in the Title Contest.

[Frieda P]

Ha seems to me those words ring true, I'm not the only one that's been there, thanks so much icelandblue!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another unique Frieda write with such an eloquance of metaphoric pleasures

[Frieda P]

Thanks John....I'm shocked no comment to be honest. ;-)

[quinfinn]

you could have sent up smoke signals on this one and i would have seen them 400 miles away. someone touches you and yet you are too damaged to make , much less keep any commitments to any such venture, because of experience and self examination. you never know what time and patience may bring about. sometimes, life throws you a preserver to cling to, out there in the middle of that ocean. all one needs do is decide whether to tread water or sink .....very cool write!

[Frieda P]

Only 400? I had a feeling you'd say that quin...I get it, I just can't live it at the moment...I guess since I'm a good swimmer I insist on threading in the middle of that thar ocean...

[quinfinn]

;)