Bonsai
By 1stpoet
Bonsai The tree, miniaturized and twisted shaped by the wiles of a man bent on control set facing the east in the morning the west in the eve trimmed and wired to look like the thoughts of the tender branches not fitting, clipped roots seeking nourishment bound like the feet of the women in Japan this is love they say I too, am like this bonsai I have been set in the sunlight by parents stormed upon by dousings of tainted love fertilized by romance and trust uprooted by the loss of a job and a divorce that almost broke me my weathered frame still blossoms I bend still to the desires of others coffee supports me as steel wire at 4 am when I struggle to wake for work I lean towards freedom to find myself held firm in the moist soil of love the touch of my spouse shakes free withered leaves dry thoughts from past seasons no longer needed, are shed pruned by soft kisses and watered by her tears of joy © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 09:58 PM PST 0 • 12
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