Christine K. Trease Poems

The newly kissed cheeks of the blood red roses waft in the fragrant breeze.
Though firmly planted in brown dirt beds they sway about with ease.
They bask in the sunlit fields of warmth while safely tucked away,
They dance about and chance to guild the lilies across the way.
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I've asked myself so many times, the answer's still the same,
How does a raging fire start from the smallest flame?
From a tiny seedling the tallest oak tree grows?
And from the calmest breezes, a hurricane blows and blows?
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If I only had a minute,
Maybe just a day
I could talk to you and tell you
All the things I did not say
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The grave of your father grew a cactus, you took it as a sign,
which you didn't know the meaning of until your heart was mine.

The cactus came year after year; you dug it out each time.
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Artless autumn leaves now fallen lifeless on the ground
have reached the end of summer's journey intricately found
as a multicolored blanket, blown by fall's frail breath;
the forest's fragile overlay has now met with death.
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All through our lives we'll have moments to
remember,
Moments when we triumph and moments we
surrender,
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My list in hand an ink pen ready
I write each name so neat and steady
Printed on the envelope
Sealed with a kiss and hope
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I carved your name into a tree,
It was for you, but also me.
It wasn't planned, as it should be
derived from spontaneity.
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Like a jagged cardboard puzzle piece, this misfit castaway
could not embrace his future and detested each new day.
He didn't fit the picture but he liked his bitter fate.
It tends to make me question why some people love to hate.
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One foot crossed in front of the other pulling me down the tree-shadowed sidewalk.

The trip was short in distance, yet long in thought. The frames held no images, the
pedestals no sculpted masses and the tags no scribble.
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