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The Maple Tree


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Written by August Blackwood   
Saturday, 21 June 2008

 

This tree sprouts from

The brown earth.

Its name

Is maple, who's syrup is so sweet.

Yet its rosy

Buds

Wound

The white snow

Beneath.

 

A lonely home,

Brightened by

Flames

Burning in a newly lit

Lamp,

Bursts its light

Through its

Gaping windows.

 

See that woman

Walking behind

Those curtains.

Oh, how I

Envy her,

Her beautiful

Brunette hair

And budding

Red lips.

 

I see the lights vanish

In the wind.

And a man walks

Out.

How gorgeous he is,

His hair black and in waves.

 

The sky darkens.

The buds drop.

Candles flicker.

And I watch this man

Lick his lips

As he trots down his

Lonely path.

His lips are so scrumptious.

They are red,

So red.

 

And I knock my candle over.

Now

The crescent moon is all that

Gazes at me.

That silver glare,

Like what flashed

Behind that woman before all went black,

Before her white curtains had rosy spots. 

It mesmerizes me.

 

And I hear a soft knock on my cabin door.

What a euphonious sound.

And coldness blows at me

To spread my skin out

As loneliness escapes.

 

And I look up at the tree.

 

That was when

I noticed

That another bud had fallen.

And I felt sorry for it,

So sorry.

But I didn't cry.

 

I didn't cry,

For only the past mattered now.

But that won't matter anymore.

My silver glare met me

 

Again.

 

Yet,

The maple

Buds mourned for me.

For they saw my

Buds

Fall from this

Open window,

From which I stood.

 

The tree swayed...

And I touched its roots.

 



Copyright 2008 August Blackwood
Keyword: The Maple Tree
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Comments (5)
Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-06-21 16:41:56
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wow, this was beautiful. to me, it read very delicately but it was so descriptive.
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Posted by Sad Sara
2008-06-26 02:39:14
Exceptional

In every way.

Especially this stanza-

And I hear a soft knock on my cabin door.

What a euphonious sound.

And coldness blows at me

To spread my skin out

As loneliness escapes. -Right there, yer see that?

Fookin' Brill!

I love this piece, it's gorgeous.

Take care,

'Anna
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Posted by Dirkin
2008-06-26 04:43:47
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That was very beautiful. I felt the envy and loneliness
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Posted by Pilgrim
2008-07-04 18:47:41
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You kept the flow well and the story rolling in a smooth way. But, why all caps?
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Posted by chaabuk
2008-08-01 01:20:14
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I see lot of maple trees in my own country but have never paid them any heed for they are so common. Your poem makes me appreciate their beauty. This is sheer magic.
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