There was a vine
Twined round my wrists
A vein that flows
From heart to lips
Mouth bound to speak
Twisted about
Over my head
In dreams and doubts
There was a vine
Twined round a tree
A leaf that hears
the hollowest plea
flourished greenry
on rotted limbs
forest way
forced amends
There was a vine
Twined through my
thoughts
Tangential losses
Over coffee plots
Somewhere the root
Holds its hearty grip
Somewhere the branch
Cracks another lick
There was a vine
I’m clinging to
Photo Prompt Mag 274
beautifully penned
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Ah.. the vine could tie us. maybe if we make our own prisons that way.
ReplyDeleteThese have a great sound:
ReplyDeleteTangential losses
Over coffee plots
Excellent response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteLove this. The use ofrepetition of. "There was a vine' twined..." works well. Great sound to this too when read aloud.
ReplyDeleteThe vine repetition worked well :) Especially the first verse.
ReplyDeleteThere are some lovely lines in here. Good write. :-)
ReplyDeleteTalk about sawing off the branch your standing on !
ReplyDeleteIt may cause some difficulties entwined by it but still it provides a link for survival. This is often true in many real life situations. Wonderful lines Maria!
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Talking about roots and connections...they once taking place hard to brake...very musical like a song...
ReplyDeleteSo wonderfully put together. A fine twine indeed...♥
ReplyDeleteSo wonderfully put together. A fine twine indeed...♥
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