April 24, 2016

black walnut tree ................................................................................#NaPoWriMo2016




(juglans nigra)

poet punditry 
pun did tree 
nip r duty 
y pin d rut 
on a tough nut 
y drip slow flow 
when you can 
fly to fall, know
plumage plenary 
icarian carry 
a tumult 
and how 
you play atop 
your billowing 

this poem 
is a cloud 
mountainous stay 
called lightning
yes screams 
and the three 
faces of Eve 
and Ivy 
in a seed tree 

(snippet-ee-crickets in the strings)

... starlight tippling 
dust : its aggregate masses 
thus conducting gravity 
maestro-ed backyards 
when quiet moments 
are stolen into 
witch to witch 
wonder to wonder 
woman of this world is
working endless electric magic
crackling with music just beyond 
the beauty of trees ...

all birds  
be they magpie 
or mock 
know to listen 
to the certainties 
in the sway(s) while 
tombstone-d pinching 
what be dark 
inside us ...

EJR ©

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