‘What do these beast like trees know…’ a first draft poem by S Francis
What do these beast like trees know of me
I stare at them like they are veins transporting
The blood of earth back up to god, their naked flesh
Lingering through winter. Don’t we all
Become this? Don’t we all, at times,
Have to strip off our costumes to
To stand naked in the cold, let the sky
Dress us in white like a bride to be
Betrothed to the self we left at the foot
Of the tree as we climbed so high we
Could do nothing but fall? Aren’t we all
Just waiting for spring to punch through
Buds to cast a new bloom spilling color?
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14 Responses to “‘What do these beast like trees know…’ a first draft poem by S Francis”
Beautiful words!
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Thank you so much!
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Really, really like this. It reminds me how much I miss collaborating with you.
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Thank you so much… collaborations… yes… we were good at that!
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I loved this. I love the imagery of trees in winter.
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Thank you so much!
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Stunning writing from Steve Fuller
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Hi there, thanks for the visit!
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🙏🙏🙏
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Wonderful 👏👍
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Thank you so much!
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You are very welcome
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