11 Trees

beneath the bare trees, poison looms
hovers there, exudes all doom, spitting hurt, a dense, thick fog
trees on fire, a sacred church
hollowed trail, a fiery earth
pillow white and cotton strong
clouds puff, but not for long
the rivers run
dead blossoms float
weeping trees, a fiery sun

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  • BigPauly79
    BigPauly79about 4 years ago

    I like this… great work :-)

  • clickinhistory
    clickinhistoryabout 4 years ago

    This feels like an elegy to the Twin Towers Nancy, powerful words well written

  • Mary Campbell
    Mary Campbellabout 4 years ago

    Lovely, work Nancy.. I can see the relationships to both the TT and your personal story..

  • markgb
    markgbabout 4 years ago

    Beautiful Nancy! Your writing reveals so much imagery!

  • markgb
    markgbabout 4 years ago

    You’re awesome! Thank you! : )

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