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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A Tree Weeps

The tree weeps the threads of her patience.
A thinning web of tangled knots upon
a crumbling bridge of doubt

  on the edge of a raging river.

She treads rapids of indecision.
A hue of emotions and thoughts
rush against her skin, drowning her
in pain, and robbing her of voice.

  she silently calls out to Hera

Crouching against the weeping tree,
she prays for the guidance to know
the strength to decide which way
the twisted old branch points to go.

  a few threads of patience are left

She listens to her inner voice
leaving the weeping tree behind

  a torn heart walks her path alone.

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posted for One Shot Wednesday week 35 at One Stop Poetry~~ read some poetry or/and post a poem


Lynnie said...

This one was screaming out to me, River. Thank you. Today I feel not so alone... Lynnie

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, River, this one is so powerful and I so relate to it. Plus I am reading Women Who Run with the Wolves right now so "a torn heart walks her path alone" especially speaks to me. I was drawn in by the tree weeping "thje threads of her patience" and the "crumbling bridge of doubt." Wow. And the "twisted old brach" pointing which way to go. This is one of my favorites of yours. Fantastic writing!

River said...

Thank you Lynny love ya

Sherry thank you just made my day. :) Oh Women Who Run with Wolves one of my favorites. I believe I was 18 when my mom placed that book in my hands and it forever changed me.

Hope said...

captured me right away

'The tree weeps the threads of her patience.
A thinning web of tangled knots upon
a crumbling bridge of doubt'

and held me.
your words flow so beautifully, River!

thank you

River said...

Thank you Hope. :)

Brian Miller said...

this was a gorgeous write...the last line particularly...i feel for that torn heart...

Reflections said...

Why did I feel the dew drop tears, the frantic splashes of the river's edge, moisture welling up around, cleansing the spirit with this one? Wow, great write!

Anonymous said...

River I love the way you use nature to tell your tales. Lovely but sad poem, and yes I'm Shân from FE ;)

Anonymous said...

"a torn heart walks her path alone."

days like today are especially tender as it is so necessary to stop at that tree of indecision and wait, wait, and wait some more until that twisted old branch of wisdowm points and says, 'this is the way, walk in it...' thank you for sharing these nuggets of wisdom and making the path seem a bit safer and more familiar...

River said...

Thank you! It warms my heart when my words ring true for someone in their life and somehow makes it easier. Also, all of you have made my day with the wonderful compliments on my writing. :)

Arts web show said...

Excellent poem River.
This flowed well from line to line, image to image.
I like it

Timoteo said...

It's so lovely here by the River's edge.

dianne said...

Such vivid imagery here . . . thinning web, tangled knots, crumbling bridge of doubt (boy, does that describe the effects of doubt well). I loved this!

budh.aaah said...

Very beautiful and touching this one is River and so full of inner turmoil..sadness

Shashidhar Sharma said...

Its so beautiful... 'treads rapids of indecision..' liked your words, so lovely and vivid.
Your last lines were exquisite... poignant and sad.

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rmpWritings said...

beautiful imagery and flow. particularly like the stanza:
"She treads rapids of pain, and robbing her of voice."

Steve Isaak said...

Effective, emotive, blah blah blah: i.e., superb work.

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