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.


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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