Your unfurled vermillion petals, the blooms ablaze
The sun parts with a weary goodbye
You sigh in the faint whispers trailing through the woods
Entranced, your arms swaying to the motion,
Harmonizing with the inhabitants of this lively place
The damp moss around your feet tickling the fragrant air
You are but a few feet taller, than your admirer that is me
Your light droopy arms overhead, brushing against my hair
While some tire at the growing weight of your fruits
From bulbous jade to the newborn pearls of scarlet
Tangled about my fingers, in an affectionate embrace
I wrap my arms around your amassing vines
Tying some in loose knots, like gnarled swings for little birds
Giggling, unknotting, chattering away the child residing within
I speak of distant mountains from my wanderlust-ridden mind
I speak of friends I once had, from my hidden solitary corners
I speak of people I love but remain fate-forbidden to meet
You listen; you listen, like a wizened man old
You listen; you listen, like a wisdom-clad crone
You listen like no one ever has, to me
You listen to my inner voice, half as deep buried as your roots
You listen, windlessly rocking in response
Your ancient ties to the speaking wisdom trees of lore
Entice my curiosity, one that I quieted
A friend you are, who I grew up with, our friendship queer
One being a sapling, one a toddler, and a language of silence
Now look at you! Your slender waist, winding upward in grace!
Now look at you! Your bark, branches, and leaves of strength!
Now look at you! Bearing fruits sweeter than honey, redder than blood.
Now look at you, standing proud
When rain beats and hacks, you grow but prettier
Stronger with each day
When winds cut, bending you into the sloshing mud
You flop for a day, gathering might
Being the fairest maiden when the sun next shines
You’ve been the harp to my silent notes
The living pillar I sit against and reflect,
The sometimes-thorny build I hold on to unflinchingly
One day perhaps we both will wilt when our seasons come
“Will I be shamed for seeking solace from a tree than people?
And being triumphant at that?” I think, I ask
You say naught, I hum tunelessly
A rhythm of the winds, unsynchronized and soothing
With unspoken words, of you and I.
Okay, so, a freeverse poem. Wrote one after ages, and it feels so good. I’d like to explain some things about the poem but since I kinda sorta maybe definitely suck at explaining stuff, I looked up a few pictures to do the bit for me. I’m glad I could find some that fit the descriptions.
Also because nowhere did I mention it’s about a pomegranate tree. 😀
‘newborn pearls of scarlet’, ‘unfurled vermillion petals’,
‘bulbous jade’, ‘fruits sweeter than honey, redder than blood’.