The Silent Tree
poem by:
Clinton Strong
Written
on Oct 22, 2015
The many will gather, cloaked neath blank branches, where once marched an army. Winds breath drew slow, choked blood lit candles, a fractured shade of canopies. Crows once perched atop, the tree of silence, long ropes hung of misery. Stars etched hollow words, stretched along a faded canvas, to become lost in memories. assailed dawns spiral leaves, ghosts danced in rusted visions, a shadow scattered seed. Rain shall carve trails, earth bled into ocean rivers, stained shores and distant seas.
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Wendy Phelan commented:
Loved reading this and imagined a few scenarios, which is exactly what I want when reading poetry, to visualise. Thank you
Christopher Russon
commented:
well written poem.love the way describe the tree and and all its surroundings.
