Friday, February 22, 2013

I followed the river back to you,
no easy stretch through choking leaves,
Still, I reached
as branches do.

For trees cannot let loose their limbs,
and roots remain where tree trunks do;
our separate roots, grown far apart
still find the water, as love does, too.

* * *

The heart is struck
by skipping rocks,
The earth is turned by
careless feet,

A garden born
of many seeds,

Decomposed, then using hands,
then feeding birds, then growing wings.

2 comments:

Joy Rockey Palakkal said...

Meaningful imagery!!!
With All Best Wishes...

Reena roy said...

Hi Author,
Its unbelievable to see your post with such a great poetistic view..i adore in your poets...when reading your poems i could imagine the lines..Thanks for it..
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