Sunday, November 27, 2005

The Arbor

The arbor


Inside a storm
brews up

to darken
our innocence.

Somebody’s
calling

to take her
in, lift

her up
into the trees

with us to sing
her heart out

in the branches.
We can’t do it.

Her voice
down there

is too thick. It
twines around

us like vines,
pulls at us

until none of us
can breathe.

All our leaves
are choking.

-- puah

2 Comments:

Blogger PRan said...

Very creative work. Nice to see the religious poetry. Keep up the good work

9:29 AM  
Blogger Esther's Writing Works said...

My favorite lines here:

All our leaves
are choking

I miss the Sappho epigraph and look forward to reading it in a new poem.

Thanks,

Esther

12:11 AM  

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