All brittle twigs
No flesh
Covering up
The abrasions
But can you say
It's all over for the tree
That's all bones
And no meat
Let the season shift
The heart too will heal
The tree will claim a new garment
And conceal the rough patches
There's life still
Beneath the dead skin
Of a heart in mourning.
I love the lessons of the changing seasons and of this poem! TFS
Excellent poem Nosheen. With climate change go check your winter trees, they, like ours, may have early spring buds on them.
Often people think that dry-looking trees are no longer alive, but even though their skin is dead, they are still alive in all sorrow, more attention is needed for the well-being of our earth, a very sad song captured so beautifully. TOP score and much much more. I have enjoyed it tremendously.
A beautiful poem with a meaningful message. So rightly said and brilliantly crafted. To my favorites..
This brilliant poem is ranked #86 in the list of Best Members Poems on PoemHunter. Congratulations, Nosheen. Well done.
TODAY this poem is on number 23 of The Best Member Poems, CONGRATULATIONS, dear Nosheen. Today is the 22 January 2023.
TODAY number 23 dear Unnikrishnan, Congratulations dear Nosheen!
Beneath the dead skin.....brilliant.....thanks for sharing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most deep and touching call for life, expressed in a most beautiful and touching way. A poem to remember, admirable in every way. Just precious! Triple A.