Poem for a Dead Tree

Jagged edges rip the sky

Lonely omen that must die

One solitary gnarled tree

Creating themes of Calvary


Merciless twisted and turned

Brittle black bruised burned

Once green shelter, laughter too

Where lovers came to kiss and woo

Neath blue skies promises

Golden twilight echoed sighs

Now brittle death and silent songs

And darkness rising mournfully

Sky

Cross

High

Death

Dead tree

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My Cultured End 6 years ago from ireland

yeah good job i like!


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leni sands 5 years ago from UK

Love this poem. I might have put it under the poetry section of hubpages, thanks for writing it.

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