restless and rooted
crabapple trees
are blooming now
restless and rooted
lining the streets
like police
before a riot
crabapple trees
blooming now
dark branches reaching
snakes lifted up
by tornadoes
of petals
each white petal
blood-
spotted
crabapples rising
like thunder
into the sky
something is pulling
my heart out
is it time
to cry
are blooming now
restless and rooted
lining the streets
like police
before a riot
crabapple trees
blooming now
dark branches reaching
snakes lifted up
by tornadoes
of petals
each white petal
blood-
spotted
crabapples rising
like thunder
into the sky
something is pulling
my heart out
is it time
to cry
posted by Yes at 11:00 PM
4 Comments:
I like this one a lot! It is one of my favorites you have posted. I really like the juxtaposition of the ideas of being restless and at the same time rooted. The crab apple trees are a great way for you to delve into this. Especially with stanzas like "snakes lifted up by tornadoes of petals". I love that!!! It has so much action and movement, it takes great poetic license, but at the same time still so accurately describes the trees.
And I especially love the last stanza. For me, it was all leading up to this, and it really pays off. I see the tree as the author's body, and the colorful blooms as the emotions, the heart, being pulled out as the blossoms are by the Springtime. Rooted in the physical body but restless to express the inner life of the spirit. Is it time to cry indeed.
You have expressed this much better than I ever could. Fabulous insight, as usual!
(I didn't have a title--Tomscot gets the credit for picking it)
This is a really interesting piece. Unusual emotional perspective, unexpected imagery that somehow still makes sense, that sort of pulls and twists me as I read, trying to understand... and then at the end, I suddenly do!
What a lovely comment, mb! I'm so happy that you and sarabird flew in on your migrations! I'm enjoying your poems, too.
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