I have planted you stout
Nourished from the rich soil
Of my heart
Watered in shed tears
Roots burrowed ever deep
Pruned with shears
Of anger
Bitter blossoms creeping
Seeding every dark corner
Thorny stems ever piercing
Fresh wounds
Years of tender nurturing
And yet, I can’t recall
Your name
copyright Sherry Obsheatz
Nourished from the rich soil
Of my heart
Watered in shed tears
Roots burrowed ever deep
Pruned with shears
Of anger
Bitter blossoms creeping
Seeding every dark corner
Thorny stems ever piercing
Fresh wounds
Years of tender nurturing
And yet, I can’t recall
Your name
copyright Sherry Obsheatz
6 comments:
I really like this! Excellent metaphors! Thanks for sharing it!
Very well done!
Blessings,
Linda
Nickers and Ink
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Powerful and profound words!
The imagery of this poem reminds me of a tattoo I once saw that had a heart embraced & pierced by the thorns of a rose bush. I find it interesting as well, how you have been able to dig really deep and shed light on the fact that even those early experiences in young love that ended with the innocent heart broken can be rooted deep within. Thank you for this!
Wow, I really love this poem. It reaches deep into heart that has been frozen for over six years. My heart is still dead but your lovely sight makes me smile. I am so glad I found your poem.
-bd
bitter blossoms...and yet i can't recall your name... excellent
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