Very long but it's worth reading great job my friend 5\5 :)

A great story telling poem that explodes with images in just a few words per stanza.

Nice to see that you got a tree mention in there as well.

I love the final image of the man puffing on a cigar, very nonchalant.

great write as usual.

I haven't read much of your work recently..simply because you're never signed in at the same time as me anymore haha!!! This one is a beauty and I got the impression it was about your younger years before you settled down and...while you don't yearn for these days anymore...planting a tree in NY...you still have very fond memories of these times. Maybe, when things get tough you think I wish but...that's something we all do I guess and...it is nice to reminisce when life deals us a lemon. O couple of little typos

by Maple Tree

Tasted velvet passion
upon road mapped lips,
scorched like the Sahara
dessert in winter. *desert*

Soft words devoured hunger,
as winds
carried me away
to the boarder, *border*
where Canadian geese
gathered around tired,
weathered goulashes.

Splashing in puddles,
of a soft spring rain
beneath palms
kissing the Atlantic
one afternoon
ended with icecream
dribbles.
* This needs a comma somewhere? I think after palms because I'm reading it like the palms are doing the kissing and, I don't think that's what you mean.

By sunset-
bathing upon Mother Moon's
eyelashes for comforted
conversation
with a stranger
left me lonely.

I shuffled by slot
machines a few times
and what happened in
Vegas didn't stay in Vegas,

that scorpion on my back
is a memory I buried
along with a pirate treasure
that was full of broken,
unwritten poems.

I adore the Gypsy in me;
makes my seaspool
eyes twinkle in darkness.

^^^

I wasn't sure if seaspool was a word so I looked it up and couldn't find it...do you mean cesspool perhaps?

Planted a tree in New York,
and perfectly content on watching
it grow-

however,
the cymbals that dangle
from my phalanges
will always play a melodic
tune of belly dancing
ripples as the man in the corner
puffs away on a cigar....

^^^^

Just wanted to say that I thought the man puffing on the cigar was pretty random...left the reader wondering who he was and as the poem ends...will we ever find out :)

Loved it!

I love the images you portray in this piece hon, it becomes so vivid to the reader as they progress to read each line in it.

Loved it!
xx