deadwood on a silent shore
the crack of daylight on her face
says maybe she won’t want to die
one day
ever unsure
unable to see tomorrow
yonder rot & spore
& chokehold of black trees
the war in her brain
can anything numb the pain
thunderclouds or amnesty
they say the forecast is up to she
dumbly she hangs ‘tween root & limb
awaiting the rain
ever unsure
the marrow’s in the morrow
this is what they say
but hope is a blithe man’s game
deadwood on a silent shore
she doesn’t know how to be
defiled she hangs lightly
for another day
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023
unbolt me 
Strong and emotional, kept pulling me back for another read. Great job, Tony!
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Thank you so much, Susi! I really appreciate your kind words!
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You’re very welcome, Tony! 😊
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I can see this tree framed with accompanying poem on my wall. Brilliant
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That is a beautiful compliment, Crispina. Thank you! 😊🙏
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Pleasure
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I agree with Rae
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Thank you, Maria! I shall do a lot of blushing now… behind this tree. 😊🙏
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Hehe blush away, Tony
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Lovely and powerful–
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Thank you, Rae. That really means so much! 🙏
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