Maple

by MyHalozChokinMe   Oct 7, 2012


She is pale maple.
Small, grain-lines throughout.
Hacked, shaped, chiseled,
lying supine, waiting.
His rough, calloused hands
sandpaper her edges,
eroding resistance.
Rounding sharp angles
into gentle curves.
He discerns internal beauty,
refines, polishes uneven surfaces,
exhausting the present and future.
Buffs away perceived imperfections;
Bringing forth love's smooth shine.

~Inspired by something I read, and again, epic fail on where to place this poem~

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Halo this was beautiful, really well put together and a nice mixture.

  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    This made me tear up.... It made me teary because of something I've been struggling with.. and so if you ever want to know if your poetry affects people... well it does... thank you for sharing this piece with us... I have to say this is the best dang metaphoric poem about a tree "Maples" that I have read in my lifetime... beautiful love poem, and Squeaks is right- I flipped!! big time!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Ok... LOVIN THIS!

    And sweety.....it's in the RIGHT category lol

    I really love the mixture of nature and love, you got a perfect balance of the two and i just loooooved the flow of this piece.

    You have such a great control over the language you use, seriously your diction is flawless..

    i loved it all but that ending.....

    Buffs away perceived imperfections;
    Bringing forth love's smooth shine.

    ^^^^^^^
    Wtf! just such a unique way of describing what is to be found underneath....just wonderful :-))

    Yet another great write.....and another great love piece :-)

    EDIT: Syrup is gonna flip out when she reads this lol

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