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 Jul 2017 Eiram N
Valsa George
In my yard stands a tree
tall and sturdy
lone like a hermit,
regal like an empress
her roots dug deep
her branches touching the heavens
peeking behind the skies veil
She has a coy dalliance with the Wind
Sometimes he comes tickling
her tender parts, whispering
sweet nothings in her ear
Overall she is still
Still....................
like waters without ripples

She stands upright
brooding over the saga of struggle
from a sapling to a towering giant
Indeed a tryst with destiny!

Under the summer sky
braving the smarting beams
she remained uncomplaining.
Below the thundering clouds
bearing a thousand needle ******
she stayed nonchalant.
When the wind swept across
bending her branches in all directions
she stood on firm feet unwavering.

She tells a tale of struggle and survival
She had stood there before I was born
Now she displays every scar and every stripe
on her knotted bark as a proud trophy

Sometimes I feel her pain
when wet and dripping in pouring rain
or scorched in the sun’s fiery rage
Yet she holds an umbrella over all
who come to her in sun and rain
This is a poem to highlight the beauty of trees and to show how they are important to each one of us.... Also the need to be like trees giving shade and shelter to others, holding an umbrella over many heads!
 Jul 2017 Eiram N
poetryaccident
Another post from the frontier
a distant realm I behold
far removed from this room
yet close enough to fill my world
electronic whispers I can’t ignore
echo across connecting wires
from the camera to my screen
repetition reveals a friend.

On vblog or shared broadcast
they’ll say hello with many themes
I celebrate what I hear
contrast is the joint mission
more than a stranger, less than a friend
perhaps one day they’ll know I care
concern extended is only felt
when I post comments with the rest.

With a click I’ll stretch my hand
raise my voice to speak above
one of many existing in
the gulf between here and there
the lines are blurred as I recede
into the crowd that fills the land
from local doorstep to far shore
yet close enough to fill my world.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170720.
I follow several YouTube content providers.  They are a “second family” that I see through the internet’s one-way mirror.  At the same time there are people who follow my social media feeds.  For them, I am the person on the other side of the mirror.
 Jul 2017 Eiram N
Bor ehgit
There's no sleep for the traveling heart, as the mind is always ticking. Unable to keep steady enough hands, to ever hold another's properly. Her face stays tucked away for nights, when the alcohol brings her to the surface. In my head she's dancing through the streets of a foreign city, the rain falls as her hair curls and sticks together. She's smiling as the mascara runs from her eyelashes, and just as she runs her fingers across her head, she disappears within the mist.
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