Wise thick trunk
Of a tree
Witness tree
All that you have seen
And so much more.
Hide your secrets
Hide your soul
Lie hidden
By the shore...
Behind the tall wise tree
So gross
Hide your bruises
Be dark
But not obscure
Be humble
Not insecure.
We’ve run out of sugar,
Honey.
I know
We have also run out of
Love.
All that sweetness
I’ve tried to give myself.
I cannot
For I need yours.
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Me encantan los árboles, y me parece preciosa tu poesía...
Un montón de besos con cariño.
Your sweetness?? Never give up! We need you to be as "dulce" as ever, hihi;)
Sweet kisses, ¡¡muack!!
Touched..love it Dulce,me faltan las lagrimas tambien..:)
and i loved this piece, too, dulce! as all your words, these so speak to our own hearts - beautiful! thanks so much for coming by my place and leaving a note - i came by here yesterday and for some reason [i know not why or how] was unable to find the comment box [i'm embarrassed to admit]:)
wonderful to see you here today!!!
Beauty in words, Dulce, it truly is. I loved this poem, my favourite part was,
"We’ve run out of sugar,
Honey.
I know
We have also run out of
Love"
Those lines are so clever, so elegantly constructed. And oh so real...that makes them all the more poignant.
Honey is so sweet isnt it :) But running out of love...Leaves my heart sour...
It is sad, beautiful, and sweet. Love it! :-)
I totally relate to the hiding part...It makes me remember...being broken. I hope you're ok....praying you're ok...☺
Yours is one of these poems that make me not knowing how to express the way I feel, for they do not have a story, but feelings wandering around and weaving their world of word. Still, i can tell it's fantastic.
I'm loving every line of this piece, now that I can understand it's meanings. My favorite lines--of course!--are:
"All that sweetness
I've tried to give myself.
I cannot
For I need yours."
These are the kinds of lines I'd expect from Dulce, the sweetest improvisational Queen of communication--words sticky with sugar...dripping honey! Which bring to us all.......
.....The realizations--again and again--that all love needs at least two, that giving, accepting--giver and receiver-- become as one, or a life itself!
(Reading that over, well, I tried to sound like I know what this is about--grin!)
i love the way the trees lead me to 'see' occasions of hiding, escaping from...from what? from someone...times when life goes un-sweet on us...
i love the way your work takes me places. :)
A lovely progression of what is important to me.
'all that sweetness i've tried to give myself. i cannot for i need yours.' you have just described my marriage with the perfect words and i am about to cry as i let this truth sink into my skin. it can't penetrate my heart though because it has become stone...i only hope it won't stay that way.
dulce, your poem was such a wonderful surprise today! i truly hope that you are finding whatever it is that you are looking for.
Welcome sweetest. Missed you.
The last three stanzas are lovely. 'Running out of sugar and love,' sound so sweet.
Sometimes the world seems short of sweetness and love. But my sweetest, words can never run from you.
Joy always,
Susan
Dulce has dawned again!!
I supposed you would take longer to return, and luckily I was wrong.
Anyway, I must confess that today I find particularly "thick", sad and lacking in ideas, so I will be brief and concise (perhaps too): I love the way you write.
Forgive my lack of eloquence, Sweetie.
This poem is simply, beautiful.
I have missed you Dulce! Such beautiful sadness.
You must never run out of love for if it can not be found you must look elsewhere.
Life is too short to hide who you are. And the one that you're with should love you for you. But sometimes, that's a difficult thing to find.
I know all too well about leaving and returning again. I am glad you are here! Life can have its twists and turns, running out of its sweetness, but then pouring it down on us when we least expect it.
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