The Last Olive Tree

    - grabby man, why do you have such empty eyes?

    - it is not true child

      look deep and you will see

      crystal fish beneath the well’s gravel

      unimparted secrets

      where neither thieves’ hoe sliced

      nor master’s bucket stole

 

    - man you are like thistle’s flower

      no one tastes you

      apart from grizzled goats

    - the sun is blinding you my child

      otherwise you would have known

      that I made a vow long ago

      to grow upon a land that doesn’t tremble

      forever on the tongue of truth

      to keep silent

      until the stars will fall down

      all under my temples

      until the fools will forget laughter and crying

 

      you will hold my hand

      a branch bowing in the wind

      with a knife made of bone

      you will cut me at sunrise

Reviews

[spiritwind]

Your mind and writings please me. You make me think thoughts I have not thought before. This is a case in point. This little gem enhanced my life--isn't that a wonderful thing to do for another human being going down life's road? Thank you for sharing this.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much for your appreciation. I am very happy you enjoyed this poem.

[Marie]

A stubborn tree...putting roots down...to wrap untold secrets...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Many thanks for your visit, Marie. I think man is sometimes stubborn and resilient like an olive tree.