Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

‘My branches resting in deep silence,’ a first draft poem by S Francis

My branches resting in deep silence, friend wind
Circling about the barrenness of a heart that roots
Firmly now in this soul, far removed from the sea
Where born and baptized, it drank ’til intoxicated
The slick elixir sold at corners in desperate worlds.

I don’t know how to breathe when the wind spins
Like this. But know I must and so do, slight though
Breath might be, it will be enough for this instance
Of doubt that hovers over me the branch of a tree
That awaits the warming it know will come, as ever.

14 Responses to “‘My branches resting in deep silence,’ a first draft poem by S Francis”

  1. Megha's World

    Pain lives within and speaks to us in myriad ways. The grief of being uprooted from a familiar place and getting oneself acquainted in a new setting is a constant struggle in life. We all grow through our pain.

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