Sunday, July 14, 2013

trash trees

my yard is thick with what they call
trash trees--
mulberry, ficus and others I don't know the name for.
I love them ferociously,
as a mother does.

my companion is what they call
a mill dog from the pet store--
he'd never been out of a cage before,
and space astounded him.
I love him fiercely,
as a mother does.

I used to think
that I might meet somebody--
maybe by Christmas,
or in the spring time.
I used to think that I would not always carry this weight,
me and Sisyphus
idle and laughing by the road side.

Passion is the acid that eats me alive,
but I go up so gorgeously--
poet with her trash trees and her mill dog, beloved.
I've given up on finding anybody that's free to be found,
but I have come to love sleep--
where someone, maybe God,
holds me in a moment of respite and tells me I am worth something,
as a mother does.

for the Real Toads mini challenge: passion.


TexWisGirl said...

*sigh* just *sigh*

L. Edgar Otto said...

Deep yet very clear... in the forest of evergreen such acid rain

Passion seeking in hope some direction ecstasy toward sleep

Life a moment of respite, the spacious now that in itself tells us we are worth something

as a mother did and does

hedgewitch said...

Hello ruby in the dust...under the masks of their forms-trees, flowers,ocean, dogs, whatever--is the real Mother, and you have shown the connection here--there's a reason why she's worshiped in every single religion, even where men keep women like stock animals...Life, I think. Beautiful, moving, profound, and infinitely melancholic, a love poem because even in pain, that remains what it's all about.

Anonymous said...

There is a mixture of the defiant/upbeat with the heartbreaking/heartbroken that is difficult, if not damn near impossible, to pull off. This is, to me at least, a bit of a compressed Howl--the loss and disappointment is palapable, but in the final analysis it is the hope and optimism which shines through.

Sam Edge said...

Wow I love that! just an all round a great poem -

grapeling said...

Of all the tales from myth, this one, and you catch it:

I used to think that I would not always carry this weight,
me and Sisyphus
idle and laughing by the road side

Sleep never lasts long enough, even though I don't often dream.

Helen said...

The longing here is palpable ... yes, a deep sigh from me too.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, I so know, kiddo. As a mother does.

Marion said...

Hey there, trash tree girl. I'm one, nice to meet'cha. I rescue cats...I have 6 so far...not countin' the wild ones in the yard...also raccoons, birds, snakes, lizards, dragonflies and whatever else that comes around needin' feedin'. I have 4 or 5 trash trees in my yard and 3 Catalpa trees that planted themselves. They're all my favorites. xo

Mama Zen said...

This is like a long, evening walk; the kind where you end up meandering where you swore you weren't going to go. Since that probably didn't make sense, I'll say that it's like a deep sigh.

Loredana Donovan said...

Well, trees and dogs are often more reliable and loving than people ... and there is always Fall to fall in love again :)

Loredana Donovan said...

P.S. But I know that kind of pain is real ... you've expressed it beautifully with acceptance of where you are at the moment ... and gratitude for the love you do have.

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Shay you are amazing. Pity the fool who has failed to find you. If I weren't taken, I'd come callin'. :-)

Hannah said...

This has that kind of ending that makes one nod and sigh. I love the whole thing and after reading yours I feel like I might be able to muckle onto something more for one of my's an awesome challenge, Shay...the gritty-good stuff that makes one think. Thank you.

Kay L. Davies said...

My very dear Fireblossom, between you and Ms Coal, you leave me breathless. Totally.
Luv, K

HermanTurnip said...

Sadly optimistic. Nice job in boxing up so many emotions in a single, sentimental piece!

Cloudia said...

Oh Gosh!

This is a perfect poem, expressing a life I identify with.

Perfect. Lovely. To be shared.

off to do just that-

ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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Joanna Jenkins said...

Big sigh my friend. This was beautiful and sad all rolled into one.
xo jj

Carol Steel said...

I had lots to say but read all the other comments before writing and find they've said what I wanted to say. I'll just add that I adore your way with words, the mind pictures you paint, the pain you handle so deftly and the poems you forge out of the fires of real life. Passion will find you; like will seek like.

K9friend said...

That one made me cry...especially the final verse.

Critter Alley

Buddah Moskowitz said...

My heart weeps - like a mother's is supposed to. Razor sadness is beautiful its its own way, as you prove.

Maggie Grace said...

After reaching the last stunning words, it feels like stream of consciousness leading to your bare vulnerable feelings which is so brave of you to share. I hated being in the place before finding the right people in my life. The good things all count. Painful and beautifully written.

Sara said...

funny...looking the comments, everyone mentioned sighing. That's exactly what I did at the end of this poem.

But it also made me sad, even as I marveled at how you used your words to create a beautiful image: "God, holds me in a moment of respite and tells me I am worth something as a mother does." said...

~~~Passion is the acid that eats me alive,
but I go up so gorgeously--

Brilliant. I Love.