Black Poetry : a tree

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  1. romusthepoet

    romusthepoet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    a tree
    by romus simpson


    a tree tussles in the torrent
    huge beautifully green tree with ashen branches
    round easter green
    tuesday green tall as loneliness
    november green shawled in short dark days
    & a crystal summer green almost blue almost ocean
    chandelier flung & caught in sky it is
    its emeralds transit frenzy & clack
    the sky draws it and gives it back
    like a thrust in sex
    blind sky blind tree struggling & wanting
    find the sky in you then retreat to a similar pleasure
    pasture to pasture in the same coastal wind
    explosion of enormous weather
    i turned my head & gazed into the errant season
    deaf mute tree in the high sky screaming & exclaiming

    but it was beautiful
    like the black origin of all green things
    small fragrant night ink stone
    that tree being handled by the hemisphere
    wild at the edge of the daylit universe
    being robbed of its chlorophyll
    shaded down by the sharp indignant day
    raped even under the belly of a huge blind man
    in frenzy my cells could not understand

    & cupped by an ecstatic godhand
    the hills around that occupied tree
    stealing sun leaning their bronze brush east
    back toward brooklyn & botswana
    but here towards blythe & indio
    a memory of shrill desert bleeding heat
    & sun & coal & bright water in a child’s eye that sky
    lifting spellbound on the beach incline
    hills run & rise seeking themselves
    as a swimmer rises into day wet from birth
    & finds god like air in her own hair

    & the black neck of that dancing tree
    strained full of infant gods
    exposed to be cut there
    bowed west into the wind
    offered even to some end come like hail
    come bright in the torrent like a comet’s tail
    pushing its naked branches back like a woman
    exposes her breasts & dare you gasp
    she is with child & unafraid
    the golden hill her skirt

    the solitude affirmation of that tree
    the flail of defiant leaves fail yet green
    saying to whatever comes in what destructive impulse
    i shall stand here where my seed fell & birthed me
    hemispheric inarticulate stranger
    & lean, you flinging your metric miles of rushing sky
    i, sentinel of the pale new world release
    a declaration against a century of storms
    the first exclamation rifling a single bullet up
    mother to a coming continent of trees toiling west
    until this war scatters all my beautiful seeds
    until all angry skies cease

    yet monday i did not speak until i heard rain
    & the deep well smell of the small road flowering in rain
    the bleating leaves sounding off in rain like cobblestone
    a distant dreamlike africa
    the gallop of bulbous rain falling blind, light a flail
    the amplified shore sifting & droning in rain
    quieted & drew poems from me
    framing the world in my small window
    the running crystal mosaic of the new world in rain
    afternoon rockets leaving in rain

    that tree swore, that picasso tree
    distorted & beautifully pronounced
    guernica with its abstract nostrils smelling war
    the frightened eye of a numb horse
    urgently seeks your help a century later
    a man toppled by the weight of his own head
    chants a violent country’s charter
    like the voices in that tree call my body to my window
    inarticulate as my heart racing toward every loud siege
    of atmosphere vowing & swearing at my western wall
    to take me to fling me back like coal into the burning continent
    the transient mural of that picasso tree
    in clockhand change, rotating the shriek in each asking eye
    each leaf assassinated honed & set done aside
    rebuffing the wind sent an ocean wide
    counting the incalculable small dead broken away
    a litter of dead calm eyes oils the sky
    this continent replete with spirits & birds
    one by one taken sailing
     
  2. msluciousb

    msluciousb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    What a beautiful use of metaphors!

    A delightfully spirited read...full of meaningful metaphors and symbolism...Thanks for sharing!
    BLESSINGS ON YA HOUSE!
     
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    beautiful imagery

    vividly clear in each and every line

    one

    pd
     
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    awesome joint like how it was done
     
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    still feelin it too
     
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