The Tree is my first attempt at a cento poem ( a poem crafted using lines of a poem or poems of a poet or poets). Alone , the Rock Cries Out to us Today , Still I Rise , Touched by an angel , and I know why the caged bird sings are the poems of Maya Angelou that I used for it.
The Tree
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong .
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
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in response to We Write Poems - cento poem / Tuesday try- outs - cento poem
My tree at dusk / joiseyshowaa |
The Tree
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong .
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
______________________________________________
in response to We Write Poems - cento poem / Tuesday try- outs - cento poem
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