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‘Sap’-iosexual his was for girth not wit that bit of ‘Junk in the trunk’,
Luscious chunk of deciduous wood,
Pulling a leaf out of a fools scalp, He said, “Lettuce marry.’’,
“Wood you Maple take me as ‘your- lawnfully’ weeded hand...to prune and to mow, till dirt do us part ”
See, he seeded right...and soon they were joined in ‘holly’ ma‘tree’mony
Tree and man before Satyr, men, and trees;
3 ‘carrot’ ‘almond’ ring... Knots tied around girdles,
“Ouroboros” Knitting vows on dotted lines;
‘Fern’- in embers in old logbook”
“Together forever”.
They say, “It’s the things we do for love” Padre says, “It’s the thing we do for log.”
Poets say they can die for love “Can you die for log, Padre?”
“Probably in a poem”
Bouquet, Bouquet
Disconcerting!
Bride’s sister flung in air like a piece of clothing
“All you single ladies!”
Touché.
Row-mance.
Life is hard in a ‘corn-dorm’ Square ‘roots’ in round pegs
Tree, lumberjack at loggerheads
“She stepped tom-a‘toes’ ”...“Where did you po-ta‘toes’?”
“Onion” head... ‘mush’-room there...“If I ‘cashew.’!”
‘Fowl’ play.
Every inch of pain nailed to this coffin, layers of bruises concealed by lacquer finishing
Like lies foundation tries to makeup, ‘Stigma’ borne in ‘style’
Padre was a ‘nut’ case, a ‘thorn’ in the ‘stem’.
Nature’s call
Here, friends gather like dark clouds
Neither for Padre nor the tree he loved
They pay their last respect to this woman whose body now lay motionless like a log
Why didn’t she say something?...Why didn’t she run?
Comments
Candlewitch
Sun, 2022-05-01 08:42
hello, nice to meet you!
I'm sorry, but I don't understand the poem. I'm sure the fault is mine. keep writing and welcome!
*hugs, Cat
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Dr_Jeebs
Mon, 2022-05-02 08:33
Thanks for your interest.
Thanks for your interest.
The background of the poem would be a gardener betrothed to a tree, he subjected the "tree" to years of abuse and ill treatment till the tree died. The writer could understand the fate of the tree who is rooted to a fix position, he then ponders on the woman whose body lay in a coffin made with the tree that died,as they suffered the same fate. The imagery and word play was not to make light of the subject, that was the way the piece developed when I was writing it.
I hope this helps on second reading.
Candlewitch
Mon, 2022-05-02 08:37
hello again,
thank you so very much for your explanation. I will read it again.
*hugs, Cat
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Jackweb
Mon, 2022-05-02 05:16
Welcome to neopoet
What is the point of a poem? To convey a profound, personal emotional experience. Should that be easily conveyed, would you share in that emotion?
It's obvious this poem is a hard nut and needs a breaking... would you please give us further explication and analysis.
Thanks!
From Jackwebb!
"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb
Jackweb
Mon, 2022-05-02 05:16
Welcome to neopoet
What is the point of a poem? To convey a profound, personal emotional experience. Should that be easily conveyed, would you share in that emotion?
It's obvious this poem is a hard nut and needs a breaking... would you please give us further explication and analysis.
Thanks!
From Jackwebb!
"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb
Dr_Jeebs
Mon, 2022-05-02 08:50
Thanks for reading and
Thanks for reading and reacting
The imagery made use of puns and lots of word play to emphasize the theme and setting of the poem, which is A.a abusive relationship between a man and a tree.i hope this helps on second reading.
Jackweb
Mon, 2022-05-02 09:04
Wow
Thank you dear poet. I got the idea now.
"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb