Old Sycamore Tree ~ Pennsylvania Co.
The moon of the night caress the barren limbs
of the sycamore which longs for her re-growth
that contain secrets of
the young from long ago
yesterday
love with adorn
protection from the sycamore that surrounded
them
from harm as the old sycamore again contains a new
memory of...
lovers and their youthful
dreams
- Rhoda Galgiani
Author's Note:
Free Verse Poetry Form has no rhyme, no special line length or no special pattern - It sounds like natural speech, tells a story or paints a picture, uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings - It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph and must make sense to the reader…rg
Free Verse Poetry Form has no rhyme, no special line length or no special pattern - It sounds like natural speech, tells a story or paints a picture, uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings - It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph and must make sense to the reader…rg
The grandest of memories. Thanks for sharing, Rhoda. Hope you had a blessed Mother's Day. -MJ
ReplyDeleteThank you Maurice for the read. My Mother's Day was quiet, by myself as I have a virus - very congested. On an antibiotic, so expect to feel better soon...rg
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