Twigs

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These arms are worthless

They are but twigs

Covered with dry moss

Easily trampled, broken

Back to dust, back to dirt

If I had the heart to care for you

My limbs couldn’t, wouldn’t lift

For lack of strength

I attempt to hold you

My arms create

A dry sound of snapping

Sapless branches

 

This is when you held me…back

Even though you could’ve

Easily broken me into bits

To become small sticks

Smashed to crumbles

Easing the way back

To the very ground

I love and adore, my safety place

The space twigs belong

The other end of the sprout

I’m shocked that

Your arms are red with life

 

And as I wiggle, attempting

To free myself, from being accepted

Your muscles squeeze.

I can only fall for you

Even though leaves have left

Me long ago, in search

For the green, they once felt

I am but sticks in a pile… you must know.

You decide to never let me go,    now…

The rain is returning

Pinecones fall, grouped together, grounded

Walnuts hit the earth, solid in shells

Plums gladly overripe, proving

I am to love you, as no other twig has.

 

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20 Responses to Twigs

  1. fairygamaw says:

    The images are so vivid that I have already written a novel about this story in my head. It is a truly amazing poem!

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  2. Michael says:

    That was good and that photo ties in with the words.

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  3. Bushka says:

    Excellent evocative imagery – especial the one conjured in the first three lines. 🙂

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  4. matt says:

    This is beautiful, very touching.

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  5. indianverse says:

    Beautiful and vivid. Love the imagery.

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  6. I believe that poetry is the foundation of all writing, and the simile and metaphor in “Twigs” is solid. 🙂

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  7. Sharon says:

    This is beautiful, Elan. I found it quite moving. The image really works well with your poem. How long did it take you to write this? It fells like a lot of thought and emotion has gone into this. I really like it.

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  8. cdukulele says:

    I like the first person narrative, I enjoy poems where the poet is talking to someone, and I can place myself in their position. Anyway, I like your poem.

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  9. alc225 says:

    This is lovely! With good use of imagery 🙂

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  11. You are so good…I will learn from you 👏🏽

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    • Elan Mudrow says:

      “Bitter sweet healing poison”. How do these words work together? Three adjectives and a noun. Yet, the adjectives act as verbs as well. Think like this. Try to place the words into different structures. But, the important part is that they have to communicate in the new position you place them. That takes a deep emotional knowledge, an insight to communication, and loads of life experience. You must will the reader, by how you use the words, into stretching the words to the place you want them to belong. Good luck!

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