after your dead leaves magnetic and alchemal
drew from you those vapours and fumes
our Mama gathered each bitter sprout one and all
burned them in fiery plumes
i cried for you, with you, sharing your sorrow
and burden inside of my heart
and then found a leaf from the tree of tomorrow
and wrote there with tears a fresh start
i give it to you, now, here, wet and made clean
and waiting the touch of your pen
that will write of promises aquamarine
Made by Mama, kissed with Her Amen.
and worry not that your inkwell might run dry
for I will my tears shed for thee
and there you may dip your quill, write, and then fly
to your Mama-promised destiny
and i? i will walk in the forests and trees
in fall, i’ll catch every fallen leaf
and i’ll gather them precious, add my tears as keys
and i’ll Sister-stand there, stark relief
so write on these leaves with your heart and your soul
and when they are filled up, write some more
and our Mama will faithfully there make you whole
from your leaves to your pen to your core.
i love you, dear sister and friend,
me, your ever faithful bringer of tear-washed leaves
“so write on these leaves with your heart and your soul
and when they are filled up, write some more
and our Mama will faithfully there make you whole
from your leaves to your pen to your core.”
I can always count on you to have something in there that just jumps out and grabs me1 🙂 And your accompanying images always make the poetry that much MORE.
Awww…Kat I just love that my poems live, because you take them in and give them breath in your heart and thoughts…i am truly blessed to know you
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“…and then found a leaf from the tree of tomorrow
and wrote there with tears a fresh start”
Thank you.
It appears I need one.
❤ Me
you have one always here, a leaf and a tear…and if there is more in what you said that appears, please know i am made to help share…burdens, beauties, defeats and triumphs…your sister
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Oh my Charissa is your poem ever good. It really tugs at your readers’ heart strings, man so well done!