Her skin is on the olive tree
grazed and taken she sits
young thighs pressed and marked by blood left there
and still she pretends to play
a pink note peeling
it was only yesterday
fresh off the press
little peach
Time has built an ark to house the template
and fingers print
and ache
though bones are cold
she possesses the green of olive leaves
here she hides
a resentful breeze
her eyes are topaz wishes
His aged stubble and rough bark in exchange for warm yeast and mothers arms
Hanging upside down and draining free
I Hear it NOW
the babies cry
from deep inside the olive tree
Silver Poetry 
Beautiful poem and picture
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thankyou….it goes back generations, this one
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a beautiful and timeless piece.
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lovely words and picture..
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thanks for you comment x
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Thanks x
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Just beautiful! I especially love: “her eyes are topaz wishes” – gorgeous!
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i was actually tossing up between the titles The Olive Tree and Topaz Wishes! hmmm i think really the truth is i like Topaz Wishes the best….. thanks x
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Hi there,
Thanks for following my blog! Glad I could pop over in time for this poem. There’s some really nice sound work going on here.
“and still she pretends to play
a pink note peeling
it was only yesterday
fresh off the press
little peach”
Mmm, compelling!
I’ve started a new section on my blog for writing prompts. Maybe they will be useful to you.
Best,
D
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thankyou, it is great when the words just flow….
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What a lovely poem! I do admire your painting too, excellent!
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Thankyou, that painting was on an old piece of wood that was rough at the edges you can see the top is all ragged….some wonderful art lover bought it anyway! loved painting it….
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This has such a wonderful sound and flow. It paints a lovely picture with words to accompany your art.
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thank you it is a passionate subject for me, in a way I am using poetry to process generations of emotion!
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Beautiful … just awesome
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This has quality of a myth–dryad. K.
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yes…its based on history…my great great grandmother in Lebanon…being called from play by the river when she was twelve to come and feed her baby….
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Thinking about your poem and lovely pictures. I did very different picture of person, girl, in tree but you might find it interesting. (Feel free to look or not!)
http://manicddaily.wordpress.com/2011/06/30/dryad/
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Thnkyou I will look now…curious!
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Well, it’s not really very serious, or artistic! I just thought of it when I read your post. K.
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Beautiful poetry.
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thankyou for reading x
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the imagery reminds makes me think of pablo neruda. You are a great poet. Probably some of the best stuff i have read on wordpress by far. very moving.
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well i don’t know what to say…silver tongue has fallen out! Thankyou xxx
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This is a truly superb poem – the naivete in ‘she possesses the green of olive leaves’ is awesome
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thankyou, she was just a baby when married off to a man three times her age……and i do believe the energy of the culture was preserved in our dna and now generations later i am still clearing those anti female power vibes from my being!
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Thanks for stopping by and following my blog. What a lovely poem! very touching.
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thanks! x
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Definitely like ‘The Olive Tree’ as a title. Some nice images here…
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thanks xx
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