The Woods

September 24, 2010
The woods are not
Not even under a sheet of speckled black,
where trees sleep
fractured skeletons.

We cry together
the trees and me.
Tea party of tears
sipped from porcelain.
The trees my quiet wooden
My roots reach deep
soil deep
so deep i'm healed.

If the woods are lonely i'm

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 3, 2010 at 8:06 pm
This is a wonderful poem. I've used that word a lot, but I really mean it with this piece. I love how you gave character to the forest. I especially liked the eight and ningth lines. This is creative, and very beautiful. Thanks for telling me a story of poetry.
Casper1 said...
Oct. 2, 2010 at 10:48 pm
i like this alot. it has alot of emotion and sadness in it.  its good
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