I don't think I've written a poem in 15 years, but this morning I penned something (poem?) that I'm thinking of workshopping at writers' group this week.Source: http://www.awakeninthenow.com Reflections The rise & fall of the wind swells like the ocean Trees dance in the wet morning A pulsing symphony of movement Sway, swing, surge, Quiver, throb. Can you see each tree? One majestic, another splayed; One simple, another lush Some stiff & cramped; Others more delicate, but flexible. I can’t I can’t see them apart. I can only see them connected. Centuries of feeding off one another’s rhythm They continue their dance. All except-- Wait, I spot a tree apart. It’s not dancing with the others It’s the one with no life left.
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