Longing of Sirius

 

But what of this tree

which never grows any higher?

Equal only to the rugged knees of teenagers,

playing too long in their parent's fields.

Barren of the superfluous array of foliage

that would give hint of its true birthright.

Never a scent of blossom misting through

the tangled branches,

to betray the camouflage built through years of

sustained and purposeful winters,

where deep into the dirt

mother nature weaving,

masterfully in the dark,

incantations sweet and secret,

but kept,

far too long.

 

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Misty,

Yes, what of this tree that never grows any higher?! Why is that? That is so painful--never to reach beyond the rugged knees of teenagers. I don't know if the reason is that it was kept far too long. I suspect not. Some trees never grow as high as you'd like no matter how they are planted or tended. But I'll tell you this, your poetry is highly crafted and a pleasure to read. Sometimes it is a tiny bit too obscure--not this time--so help your readers just a wee bit more and all of your poetry will be astounding. This one is!

My highest repect and regards,

Rick

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Well, I don't have anything extremely profound to say, but I really enjoyed this piece. You have a masterful grip of the language....and a masterful hand on the heart strings.

Cheers!
FF
GM

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Though I don't see the connection to the Dog Star, I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. I had felt barren for some time and this poem stirred a poem in me. What you write almost always moves me to thought and I am grateful for that.