Charlotte Ballard

Oak Tree - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

The silent breath of the creator
Moves above my soul
Whispering my name.
Frozen passion catches
Bright glimpses of emerald
Where robins and jays
Compete for embrace
By the arms stretching forth
Humbly seeking
Transparent substance
poured out
Bountifully, joyfully
A Rude hand
Catches its heart
With the grind of a saw-toothed blade
And the floor beneath
A truant child

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, October 10, 2011

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