Under A Cherry Tree

Between the ivory blank page
and the tangle among the frozen words
I grunted frustrations and dabbed
my fingers in the reverberating clouds
Love was written for daydreamers
I vigorously plucked the petals from
the fortune teller’s teary eyed rose
Agony and torment stretched out
along my hypersensitive spine
Tenderness was shattered into fragments
glaring at the distinguished pieces
Astonished from the inward discovery
never seeking the grace within
Clarity crept in under a cherry tree


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2 Comments

  1. I love this. “I vigorously plucked the petals from the fortune teller’s teary eyed rose” I picture the inner torment, “she loves me, she loves me not” sort of a mantra, reaching for something found within. Nicely done, Braeden.

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