Wednesday, January 6, 2016

James Rodgers ------------- poem

A Green, Green Tree

Shakespeare’s love
may have been like
a red, red rose,
all perfume and beauty,
but by the end of the summer
they’re withered,
brown,
moldering
on the compost heap.
Our love
is like a Shore Pine,
Pinus Contorta,
strong,
a little twisted,
but true
and resilient,
able to be battered
by life’s gale force winds,
storms,
the ravages of survival,
and even under
intense heat and pressure,
grows and thrives.
Shakespeare
can keep his roses,
relish
their short-lived blossoms.
I
will breath deep
our resinous fragrance,
continue to grow,
with you,
taller and taller,
watching the flowers,
and others,
come and go,
while we dig our roots
a little bit deeper,
bend but not break
at what comes our way,
and enjoy the view,
the waves
roaring to shore
below.



James Rodgers    05/19/15


1 comment:

  1. I like the center justification of this love poem, James. Very nice.

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