Trees Without Bark


She Walks the Walk... Like no other

In Autumn- leaves fail …

They drift away

They fall and break

And whisper ourselves apart-

And become the grains of Winter-

The assumption that gray is not a color becomes a narcotic slumber that forgives the advice from a younger heart-

And urges forward- and onward- and hints that once upon a time- we could do anything we wanted- but forgot how-


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The essence of What We Were- has become a tide of water that we dare not cross… Lest we embrace moisture that was meant for dreamers and adventurers-that are bold and true to heart-

Are we of such a nature- ?

Does the heart follow the flagrant soul- or does it lay sterile in a white room?


There is something so Magical about this Picture

To become quiet- Granite- unrealized…

Hello My World .....

Hello My World .....

A Far away- beat- that only pulses when time meets expectation’s end?

Or does the paint peel and curl from the canopy of the art itself?

Do the shells that flake away- reveal more of us- then the silhouette that once was us?

The softening clouds that collide with our memories- Will they rage on to become a fury of dreams unrealized- … and ultimately a thunderstorm of hope?


So Ominous- A Black & White Snapshot of Life Yet to be Dtermined

A painted sky that begs- the next move- in a chess-match for the soul that we believe we have- ?

Delivering a song of color that then spurs a challenge to better what we have become- and fell our walls-

If Not-

We ourselves shall fall to winter-

And become trees without bark….


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2 thoughts on “Trees Without Bark

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  2. * [new] Less than a minnow. (0+ / 0-)

    I always enjoy poetry. I enjoyed yours. You succeeded in sharing your emotions via beautiful imagery: Poetry

    tuetonic13 the poet!

    I’m just a rhymer. short, punchy, cathartic and mostly political/social commentary. Yawn. boring, in other words. You can see my rhyme site at my home page.

    Poverty does not mean powerless. Unite!

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