The Cherry Trees
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.
Edward Thomas
The Cherry Trees
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.
Edward Thomas
Cheers Freckle, I'm feeling all better today though a bit fragile. Absence with regards to 'the one' is not always easy eh? Good for inspiring poems though. I hope your block goes soon too. When I'm making prints, I always find I have long periods between bouts of creativity. It doesn't seem to do any harm. x
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
A E Houseman
and one from me:
snow fall of blossom
I imagine you brushing
petals from my hair
THE LONG ROAD HOME
All her life she was waiting
Finding her way home
It wasn't a house or a town
The lost soul was looking for
It took a long time to establish
Which way to look or where to turn
The poor girl was broken
Nothing could mend her soul
And all the misfortunes that happened
During the journey of hope
The girl had taken them deeply
Within her soul, blaming herself
For all the ugly,
Wishing the journey would end
Finding new hopes, only to find out
The road had a dead end
When people kept telling her she was strong,
She surely thought they were wrong.
How empty she felt and how lonely her heart
Would beat at night, dreaming of
The only one she ever loved.
Losing everybody she cared for
And loved the most,
She found the strength
To walk further down this rocky road.
Finally she found forgiveness within herself
She looked deep, analyzing her journey
With all the lessons she had learned
Finally she saw the bright light had shone
To show her life is precious
And she is a strong soul after all
A survivor in the end.
the golden heart of hers finally sighed when
She realised she found her way home.
Tonya Lasisen