Thunder from a Poet's Eyes

by Maple Tree   Mar 23, 2016

Black skies are
my solitude.

These eyes become
under moon's shadow;
like a star within first light.

I lay here, barren in thoughts-

Grieving for a nature that
simply does not exist,
virgin trees have kissed
extinction, man's hands
become dirtier than my
naked toes.....

Swaddling memories
like a newborn, cloaked
within moss upon a spring morn-

Rain is a gentle whisper upon my cheek,
death is a violent storm-

My irises are hazy,
with a hint of green and
the past becomes torrential

A calm after the storm.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Kireasha L

    Well Maple tree, looks like you've done it again! This poem deserved to win, you really get the attention of the reader in every line. Beautifully written- CONGRATS


  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations on your win Andrea! Awesome poem!

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautifully written and conjures up such wonderful images. I loved in particular
    Swaddling memoires like a new born, cloacked within moss upon a spring morn-

    (sorry thought I would just mention just a small typo cloacked should be cloaked.)

  • 2 years ago

    by DarkLight

    What a lovely way to start your poem. The first line really gave life to the body of this poem making worthy my nomination.
    All the best.

  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    Such beauty in your writing.

    'virgin trees have kissed extinction' I love this line

    Also love how you end it.. Captivating from start to finish.