The Twig

by Maple Tree   Nov 12, 2012


Lost and alone
upon a twig
I rest,
swaying
to the
chirps
of
a
sparrow's
optimism,
rhythm
rocks
back and forth
to the winds
ever
changing
bustle
of
a
nightmare
vision.

I am balanced
on nothing
and held
by everything
and everyone
I hold dear
to my
soul....

    report violation
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  • 12 years ago

    by Amreen

    You bring life to every element through your words MT... Powerful piece.... Loved it:)

  • 12 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    Andrea, I felt that poem is dripping drop by drop into my mind while I was feeling thirsty for emotions.

    ^^^
    You filled my cup with swaying words while I was resting on my swing!

    Now I'll be getting asleep because of that.

    ****

    Your words injected me with anethesia of a so unique type.

    ***

    First don't awake me of a so sweet dream

    Second you may get inspired by my words to pen your next piece.

    I adore this piece that pulled my neck and took my heart away.

  • 12 years ago

    by Angie

    Haha... glad it made you smile... that's what I was aiming for!! hugs you

  • 12 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Giggles!!! Only you Ang!! that was wonderful and made me smile!! ha ha

    thank you everyone :-)

  • 12 years ago

    by Angie

    I just can't believe that twig holds your big ole butt... LOL...

    Seriously though... this is beautifully penned with a touch of saddness, yet has a sense of peacefulness...

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