The wind breaks hearts
while the tangled tree branches
shelter their list
of grievances underground.
All they ever wanted was to be loved.
To the forest the tree stands
in regal glory and sweet familiarity.
All the while ensnared in the whims of nature,
the tree can’t break free from
the toxic atmosphere
The branches rustles to offset despair.
The husk marred by neglect
begins to rot
The sun attempts to change the tree’s fortune.
The pine leans toward the light, but the wind
draws it back in a jealous purchase.
Wrung out. Resigned to the oncoming storm’s chaos, knowing trying to shake it off
is futile. The tree lifts its branches in surrender. The
leaves, unencumbered by obligation, jump then fall. They would rather die than submit.
-Tosha Michelle
All they ever wanted was to be loved…beautiful.
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Thank you.:)
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The poem has a lovely gravitas, but on a (possibly) lighter note, those leaves at the end remind me of Milton’s Satan, he who would rather “reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.”
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Thank you. Milton’s Satan and I have a lot in common. 😉
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Hahaha. I’m hearing the voice of Romantic poet, William Blake, who said Milton’s vision was perfect in every respect but one: Milton accidentally called Satan “the Messiah,” and accidentally called the Messiah “Satan.”
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This brought a smile to my face. Thank you for that.
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I’m Speechless! Quite a piece Tosha! ❤
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Thank you. xx
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Colorful
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xx
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Better to burn out than fade away.
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Yes. xo
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Trees are some of my favourite things. Beautiful poem, Tosha. Love.
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Thank you! xo
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You’re welcome. xo
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So beautiful.
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Thanks xx
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There’s a story in there which I like (or am I reading too much into it)? Very nice, Tisha!
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There’s always a grain of truth in everything I write. However, I’m much happier than my poetry sometimes suggest. 🙂
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Stay that way! 😊
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I’ll do my best. xo
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Oops, Tosha! Sorry about that 👆🏽
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Really nice piece. I enjoyed the opening lines in particular, great personification 🙂
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Thanks so much.
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“Wrung out. Resigned to the oncoming storm’s chaos, knowing trying to shake it off is futile. The tree lifts its branches in surrender. The leaves, unencumbered by obligation, jump then fall. They would rather die than submit.”
Amazingly profound, please pass the Kleenex. Truly beautiful, as I sit still for a moment. Thank you for this! ~ Mia ❤
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Thank you for always getting me! Hands you the Kleenex and offers you a hug. xo
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You’re so welcome, thank you for the Kleenex and the hug. Please have a wonderful day! XO
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Anytime. You too. xo
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Thank you! ❤
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Lovely write Tosha. I wrote on trees and leaves too today but going upwards 😀
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Serendipity
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🙂
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I always find that bending towards the light results in an equal amount of pain, when you snap back, relative to the distance leaned. And I always lean way too far…Because it feels so damn good to have that light on your top branches.
The leaves…they are a different story.
Goodnight, Poetess. Sweet dreams.
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Keep leaning. The pain is worth the effort. Good morning. pencil man xo
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Mornin, Darlin. ❤ xo
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Be still my Southern heart 🙂
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I do have a habit of making them flutter!
LOL! hope you’re having a good day, Tosha! xx
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Number one stunna 😉
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Wonderful words for nature truest wonders. From shielding shade to taming the winds of sounds they sing, & harness the sun to in rich air we need without thought of breath. In their after life, they continue to live for us. In art & shelter, Seldom loved enough, more often burnt, they sacrifice unconditionally. They live to die, as we couldn’t live without them.
Nature lady your roots run deep. ♡♡
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Nice! Thanks Dale xx
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It is interesting to consider the angst of trees in an emotional way. I also a fair amount of forest with some very ancient trees and have always considered them to be mentors or elders. Regardless, I feel blessed to experience the loveliness of your poetry, your voice and now possibly your art? Did you do this piece?
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Trees are magical and mystic. Yes, the artwork is mine. I don’t have your talent but I like to play around with colors. It’s a great stress reliever.
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I am enamored. It is wonderful that you express yourself in so many ways
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Thank you so much! xoxo
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You know I have to love a poem about trees … and this one is simply beautiful, Tosha. You have made the trees proud (and I thank you). 🙂 Happy Thursday!
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Thanks my fellow tree hugging friend! xo
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You are most welcome, Willow! LOL xo
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Haha 😉
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I never thought that someone could juxtapose ecology with human nature in a way that speaks of something truthful and relevant, and yet, you’ve done it here.:)
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Thank you so much!
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“The wind breaks hearts
while the tangled tree branches
shelter their list
of grievances underground…” – that’s a drop the mic line- and walk off stage…
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Ha-ha! 😉 xo
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This is one of those reads where I am just shaking my head as I read it. Awesome.
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Thank you, my sweet friend. Happy birthday to you and yours a day early.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Just beautiful, Tosha. Love the imagery of the tree in surrender and the determination of the leaves! 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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You’re very welcome!
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Reblogged this on unstilledheart.
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Oh yes! Go get them gurl!! 😀
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Ha! I’ll try xx
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xx
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Did you paint this? I love it!
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I did. Thank you!
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Your artwork is gorgeous! And a poem to match!
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You are really so kind.
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Very talented poet here
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