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Mrs. Cynosure

Rookie (May 17 1987 / Junction City Oregon)

Under An Oak Tree*


The leaves of my soul crunch beneath my feet
With the many pieces of me
They all collapse without the other half

Wind telling them secrets
The flowers singing them songs
But all of them horror
Saddened lies and deceit

The sent of a green tree so sweet and desirable
Just stands behind me to protect his prize
A rose gently swaying in the breeze
If carefully picked she might know how to please

Then yet again like a man of waves and fire
A man of stone and beard
Once said all women are like snakes
Not all snakes are venomous
But all snakes are deadly
I am different
And this he sees
Very easy to please
All I want is to laugh
To smile and to give
This he does

The wind in my hair is so great
But I know the evilness it holds
The secrets it tells
Dares not to share them with me
Blowing the pages in my journal around
Like a teen to its mother


The fresh due tickling my finger tips
As if feathers trying to make me sneeze
Warming my cooled face
The reds and yellows spying into my eyes
To see what I’m dreaming about
I see as I open my eyes
I was just sleeping under the oak tree

Submitted: Monday, November 10, 2008
Edited: Monday, November 10, 2008

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  • Rookie Bill Thomas (1/30/2009 2:58:00 PM)

    My dearest Becca - this poem deserves to be read & re-read & mulled over, dissolved on the tongue & absorbed into one's very being - how do you do it? ? ? ! ! ! The important thing is that you keep on doing it. Thank you for making indescribable dreams suddenly appear in words & pictures. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sebastine Humaemo (12/14/2008 2:01:00 AM)

    pleasant to read becca......the last lines gives a fine ending....simply great...

    see as I open my eyes
    I was just sleeping under the oak tree................. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jennifer Sollmann (11/10/2008 8:33:00 PM)

    The leaves of my soul crunch beneath my feet
    With the many pieces of me
    They all collapse without the other half


    i really like these lines: ] (Report) Reply

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