Tree, A Poem

I do not remain to judge
I simply remain to be
A tree
Who trims her branches
of the heavy rotted fruit
of her past

A limb which sags lifeless
bearing an ignoble Roman
and his secret lover’s
letter of apology;
embarrassed at her
eating the bitter fruits off my tree
for so long concealed.

A limb of a childhood crush
who write letters
lamenting the lost chance
of the eating of my fruit
many many years past
while he eats the fruit of another
he calls “wife”

A limb dense with
a desperate women
who clings to my branches
calling herself “friend”
hoping I will feed her
while she gorges
on the fruits of many
trees around the world.

A limb which drags heavy
of fruit fermented in
past insecurities and
Ignorance
Finally free with
the passing of the storm
called experience

I trim these dead limbs
and with a bright smile
carved into my trunk
I can now move about
to paint my branches,
grow a sweet
yet discerning fruit
and celebrate freedom

by Jennifer Allison

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13 thoughts on “Tree, A Poem

  1. occultoantonio October 7, 2012 / 2:35 pm

    Astonishing, my friend.

  2. Wendell A. Brown October 7, 2012 / 7:02 pm

    A very amazing poem Jen! Always move forward and try not to look back, unless it really is some beautiful, and priceless! But i really liked your poem, like everything else you do it well!

    • onestreetshy October 8, 2012 / 1:52 am

      Thank you Wendell. I don’t claim to be a poet whatsoever, but do enjoy trying from time to time!

  3. Áine Warren October 8, 2012 / 3:22 am

    Feels like what I’ve been doing recently. Wonderfully written!

    • onestreetshy October 8, 2012 / 12:56 pm

      Thank you. I think it’s good we all do it once in awhile.

      • Áine Warren October 9, 2012 / 3:27 am

        Yes, it’s definitely a healthy thing to do every now and then. 🙂

  4. gabrielablandy October 8, 2012 / 12:56 pm

    This is beautiful, such clarity.
    ‘Finally free with
    the passing of the storm
    called experience’
    I really enjoyed these lines 🙂

    • onestreetshy October 8, 2012 / 12:57 pm

      Clarity indeed!! 🙂

  5. Ed Lynch October 10, 2012 / 1:47 pm

    I believe I shall read, write long letters through the evening,
    and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
    restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing. 🙂

    • onestreetshy October 11, 2012 / 1:34 am

      And so fall begins (as in Rilke’s poem), as does the pruning of trees.

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