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This weeks readwritepoem prompt was to write from the perspective of a tree...well I've often been told that I'm a bit wooden so this should be a piece of cake. 

I am Tree
I am strong.. and tall.
Feet planted deeply in my mother Earth...
Suckling at her breast..
And gulping her precious essence..
Drawing it through my veins..quenching my thirst..higher.
And higher still
To fingertips... which stretch to dance in the breeze...
Or sway...softly yielding to nature's call.
Then back again...
I am strong...and tall.

 

 

Ever struggled with a mind-demon..? 

A problem seemingly so huge that it appears insurmountable...no way out..no solution..but welcome the darkness, let dream-sleep take possession of your soul and bring blessed relief... in the morning, whilst the problem may still exist, the mind is far more clear about how to tackle it...how to navigate safe passage in to calmer waters..crazy..? maybe not..

Welcome the Darkness

Welcome the darkness inside you..
Open the door to your soul.
Show up the Demon that lurks there...
Feel the sickening stench of your troll.
The darkest part of your being...
Sees the beast that is squirming within.
Every scale on its mis-shapen torso..
Each tooth in its hideous grin.

Surrender your fear to that darkness...
Hide beneath a blanket of sleep.
Open your heart to the Demon..
Lure the beast from its keep.
The monster is buried  within you...
A dark, evil child in your womb.
Conscious self cannot accept it...
Rational man has no room.

But darkness usurps all reality..
And dream-sleep has freedom to roam.
In the crevices of your existence...
To seek out the beast's stinking home.
The darkness will drag it out screaming...
Torn from the caverns it haunts.
If we seek to destroy our own demon..
We must first understand what it wants.

The End

  

The prompt for this week's poem on ReadWritePoem  is  'Dream' and my poem is entitled 
'After she's gone..' my first effort on the site..appreciate any comments.


A young man, in love for perhaps the first time...whose lover has literally just departed from his bed leaving him alone with only his dreams for comfort...

After She's Gone...

After she's gone...
The scent of her lingers.
Won't  wash  away...
From my hair or my fingers 

After she's gone...
The warmth of her stays a while...
Sensual and comforting...
The thought of her makes me smile.

After she's gone...
Still taste her sweet flavours...
On my lips from a kiss..
That my memory savours.

After she's gone...
I picture her sleeping.
And I know that my heart...
Will be safe in her keeping.


The End.