There is no I.
There is no Thou.
There is only We.
If only we knew how.
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POETS
Beyond the words is a place
every writer longs to be.
There, where unvarnished truth
resides alongside unlimited expression.
Poets would take you on the journey
beyond the words.
The path is not straight.
The path cannot be seen.
The path can only be felt.
The path takes one beyond
the land of dreams
and thoughts unscreened
to the place nothing seems.
In nothingness all lives.
Every possibility sounds out
silently.
The song cannot be heard.
The song can only be felt.
Until nothing erupts quietly
and words return
surprising me.
Art flows not from the poet.
Art flows through the poet
from that place
beyond the words
where all art resides.
The journey is within.
The Trees and Me
I walked among the trees today.
Warm winds melted icy walkways .
Thus I could go again to see
Entire families of trees.
I must look quickly now
To know each trees unique bow
As Xylem floods from root to tip
as each sun beam nips and glows
And begins the nest where buds will grow.
I look now while I can still see
The naked truth that is each tree.
For once the leaves begin to grow
It’s truth is hidden far below.
I return home in reverie.
It is time to acknowledge the mystery
that has been my life before I go
beyond this forest of humanity.
I look at my mirrored image
As naked as the trees.
I see the creases and lines
Define the life I’ll leave behind.
Despite some days of bleakest sorrow
I yearn for many more tomorrows.
I will not easily decline any day
that fate decrees will come my way.
Like trees I bend rather than break.
I welcome the flood of xylem and phloem.
I choose more buds ready to grow
and more leaves to unfurl
before I go,
I may look old but am still a young girl.
Where I shall go
I do not know.
It is another mystery
contemplated in pews on bended knee,
or on stools in pubs with glasses raised.
Or while I walk among the trees.
annarino writes 