by Maple Tree   Jan 6, 2020

There is an intersection
within my imagination
that collects negative thoughts
like pebbles, snuggled within
hidden pockets below these dying eyes
of mine.

Accumulation grows after time
and I have to let them go-
trickling down like sorrowful
waterfalls, shades of ivory and blue.

Forming walls around a skeletal
statue that has weathered over the years;
these barricades were built the day you
let my nature go.

Wildflowers can't grow
if you refuse to let it rain my love-
which brings me back to
this old crossroad
in a mind
that can't stop crying.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Star

    Judging Comment:

    This poem feel rigid, if that makes sense. The dark side of a person, whether it is depression, a real bad past or anything else is somewhere within us. Like peddles trickling down within us “sorrowful waterfall”. Bruising us. They even accumulate and form walls. It’s like we are imprisoning ourselves, within ourselves. And then the beautiful ending, that’s almost frees you, but still brings you back to where you started and you again.
    A really moving piece, filled with worn out emotions.
    But I see hope and a fighting spirit in this!!!

  • 2 years ago

    by Lioness

    Forming walls around skeletal statue that has weathered over the years...


    God, I have missed your writing!!!

  • 2 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "Wildflowers can't grow
    if you refuse to let it rain my love-"

    Good heavens, my heart!
    As always, your verses are beyond moving and I feel so much of your soul in this, the way you feel weathered after time, trying to combat the negativity, the sorrow that keeps reaching you.

    So much depth in this. I adored the simile of the negative thoughts being like pebbles. Eventually, they will erode and block any other path, any chance at remaining joy. So, there's that realization that the pebbles must be let go, because that release may open up more room for pain and sorrow later, but hopefully there is some healing too during the process.

    Imagery was spot on and insightful as well as heart-tugging.

    Love you lots <3

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Wonderful imagery and imagination. A very visual piece that had me gripped from the first stanza. Hugs Milly x

  • 2 years ago

    by Obscure

    This poem is beautiful, sad in an almost nostalgic way. Great poem!

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