Acts

Acts

 

She walks through green willows,

Murky rivers channels through her mind,

Old cypresses feeding atop time,

 

Limbs of the willow hang down so low,

Under grounds where her roots grow,

You lie and cut the roots feeding her,

You will die because you deceived her.

 

If she writes your names on her wall,

You meet her and blood falls,

Forked tongued men, reptilian serpents,

Dark divided seasons for no reason.

 

She does not turn the other cheek,

There is release, but no peace.

Sharp tongues and bitter mouths,

Have turned her mind inside out.

Reviews

[M.A.Rathore]

Wow! This is really a very good poem on human behaviour stray from the nature. Some of words are so harsh that shows the reality of modern world. This is a short and concised piece attracts the attention of common readers too.
Thanks for sharing so lovely piece!

[Matching Socks]

There really is too much evil taking root in this world.
But I still believe in the goodness. It's just hard to separate what's real sometimes.
Good poem.

[Confuser]

Thank you Ana for reading & congrats on the award. It was well deserved. Thanks for reading: I believe in goodness. Boy do I; very naive, but know evil exists in too many venues. Thanks.

[wordman]

it seems man has defiled the whole world ,with deceit and lies
loved the theme of the write and the methapors

[Confuser]

You are so kind; I'm an amateur. There are some "bad" women too, but speaking as a metaphor, man, oh man, has defiled the world. Thank you wordman. Tried to read all of a review comment recently, something like never lost a match & then explorer stopped responding & I forgot until now. You should be very proud. Another match on HBO this weekend. Anyway, hope you are doing well. Thanks, just silly writing. Got 60+read requests, so if you sent one, you may wish to email me; may never get to it. LOL Dale

[wordman]

you are sweet dale,i am a amateur as well i hardly ever send read req.yes i had a colorful child hood,one day i will write a book of all the things my cousins and me did lol just an old ga boy
my first poem was about my teacher,i still remember it. i put a green snake in her desk drawer

[Confuser]

Write that book - we want to read it. Growing up in the south is quite an experience.

[willweb]

Dale, I really like this poem. The meaning is something I know many will relate to and take a stand with. Lies = cutting the roots that give life...I like that.