Pining for Yew

Pining for Yew

A Poem by workscot

I am an Eiffel,towering

I am an arrow,pointing at the heavens

I was carved by my mothers own hand

I hear Mariaha calling

I see cloud, long before the thunder claps

I sigh and glisten,awash in rain

I feel the sun, down to my pith

I reach out my arms,to embace kin

I color my toes,with red paintbrushes and Texas violet

I shed straw tears for my friends beds

I frolic with robins and jays

I sway to the music of breeze

I have a heart, with names bound inside

I have so much to say and share

I sadly,have no ear to whisper in



© 2017 workscot



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I love the imagery and the way the subject years to express his/her thoughts. I wonder if the subject in the poem could tear the 4th wall down and realize that he/she actually has a voice and we're all listening to it. It didn't make me feel down or in search of someone of my own like most poetry about missing someone or wanting someone makes the reader feel. It is truly just expressive and shows that decent people exist with amazing imaginations.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago



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Added on September 27, 2017
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workscot
workscot

Baton Rouge, LA



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Been receiving verse in spurts for 15yrs.It comes and goes,but when it comes it really flows.Each couplet begets the next and starts with a single thought that blossoms into a finished piece in usuall.. more..

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