Monday, June 15, 2015

Vine

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

13 comments:

  1. Ah.. the vine could tie us. maybe if we make our own prisons that way.

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  2. These have a great sound:
    Tangential losses
    Over coffee plots

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  3. Excellent response to the prompt.

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  4. Love this. The use ofrepetition of. "There was a vine' twined..." works well. Great sound to this too when read aloud.

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  5. The vine repetition worked well :) Especially the first verse.

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  6. There are some lovely lines in here. Good write. :-)

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  7. Talk about sawing off the branch your standing on !

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  8. It 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!

    Hank

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  9. Talking about roots and connections...they once taking place hard to brake...very musical like a song...

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  10. So wonderfully put together. A fine twine indeed...♥

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  11. So wonderfully put together. A fine twine indeed...♥

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