Dropping the Axe
After the dusty tablet
I know my core again
The hard oak
Life of the two of you.
I have dreamt of leaving you behind,
When my feet are your roots
My belly your bark and bulk.
The elemental can only be revered.
How easily I would be felled
Without this dense love,
Without the sacred trees
Of the two of you.
How useless
my wild dreaming otherwise.
MJ Tenerelli
After the dusty tablet
I know my core again
The hard oak
Life of the two of you.
I have dreamt of leaving you behind,
When my feet are your roots
My belly your bark and bulk.
The elemental can only be revered.
How easily I would be felled
Without this dense love,
Without the sacred trees
Of the two of you.
How useless
my wild dreaming otherwise.
MJ Tenerelli
posted by MJ at 12:14 PM
10 Comments:
This poem is the bomb, you are brilliant. Some day you will be recognized for your enormous talent.
Wow! All I can say is WOW Mary Ann -- you've blown me away. And I thought you'd written that previous poem, the Kenyon one -- hah! No comparison. I am proud to be your friend and former superior.
love it. hugs.
Thanks and hugs all around!
Yo, what happened to the voice of God? I thought this blog had attracted a new psychotic member, which I was very excited about!
....voice of God?
Linderloo, was that you pretending to be the voice of God?
No, but I wish I'd thought of it! Clever! I might pretend to be someone else's voice next week -- who'd be fun?
How about Sally Fields as Sybil!
The ghost of Christmas past? Whooooo!
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