Pink Tree
How far? How far do you grow
your cute thoughts into their air,
blot cottons of arms, sugar sweet
in the shimmy?
your cute thoughts into their air,
blot cottons of arms, sugar sweet
in the shimmy?
The sky is a solemn blue,
the plain is flat and empty,
save for you, Pink Tree, you
and your hello.
the plain is flat and empty,
save for you, Pink Tree, you
and your hello.
Hello, hello, hello -
the rain dollops. Big fat hellos,
laughing too. Smacked right down
on to your pink palms.
the rain dollops. Big fat hellos,
laughing too. Smacked right down
on to your pink palms.
You are the saddest of all trees.
No one knows
how you drink brown
dirt from other’s shoes,
No one knows
how you drink brown
dirt from other’s shoes,
offering your many
willing ears too; pink foam
places for others to mock,
say you are just a simple pink tree.
willing ears too; pink foam
places for others to mock,
say you are just a simple pink tree.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 23rd Aug 2014 16:13
I love this - you weave imagination out of and into the picture. You, yourself, must greatly enjoy the painting first, before you sink your thoughts into the possible ethos of the painter.