The day hangs
Over my head
Hangs over my body
Dangles from a rope
Upon the tree
You planted and tended
Intended for me
They flash before my eyes,
Before, when you and I
Sat under the shade
Of forgotten yellow flowers
Slowly wilting away
Home towards the ground
Is covered by a yellow winter
That withers to spring
Forth the succullent fruits
You picked the sweetest, how sweet
Of you to give to me
Underneath the tree
Where I dangle
A forgotten yellow flower.
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so not quite forgotten…maybe? id there hope there? i feel myself dangling a bit…smiles. thanks for linking up to oneshot!
I get a different reading of this poem everytime I go through it, which was a happy coincidence.
At first, I wanted to write a piece about suicide. Now I think it’s more about the end of an affair.
It’s really up to you.
Super thanks Brian. 🙂
The “hangs” just pulls you right through this poem. I sense the flower will be revisted.
thanks Talon!
Yeah, I have a strong feeling that flower will be “hanging” on a little while.
thanks for sharing this and i love what you have done with the link…a great poem that left me dangling and creating some many moments of my own to lead on from this..cheers pete
thanks pete!
The link picture’s from my Journal. I copied the picture from the One Shot site, whoever made that did a real great job.
I hope this poem inspires you enough to make one. I’m actually thinking of making a sequel to this, thanks for the suggestion 🙂
“The day hangs
Over my head
Hangs over my body
Dangles from a rope
Upon the tree”
This truly is a haunting opening but I love the way that your piece progress into a more hopeful tone.
Beautiful
aww.. thanks gwei mui and welcome to One Shot!!!
You have an awesome lyrical quality to your work…
“Dangles from a rope
Upon the tree
You planted and tended
Intended for me”
That’s poetic music. Thanks.
thanks Adam,
I made this initially so that the reader can repeat certain parts of the previous line…
“the day hangs over my head
“my head hangs over my body
“my body dangles from a rope
“a rope upon the tree…”
there’s so many ways to read it.
I’d love to hear you read this one time (any way you like)
“forgotten yellow flowers wilting away.” That’s sad. I see you sitting on a swing, remembering.
yeah, it is sad. but Yellow is supposed to make you happy.
thanks Patti. I always think that sadness and happiness should be enjoyed equally.
You can feel quite “strangled” with the end of a love affair – good imagery
thank you Claudia… maybe so, i haven’t been in the end of one recently. haha
Ack… sad and beautiful!
You gave it a real twist towards the end. I kept thinking it was a person all along.. and then reveal the real identity of the narrator – the flower itself! Loved it!
thanks for dropping by Kavita, that’s a great way to read it too. 🙂
I’m going with the suicide.
Over my head
over my body
Dangles from a rope
You planted the tree
Intended for me
You picked the sweetest, fruits
for me
Where I dangle
A forgotten yellow flower.
Everything points to her being the forgotten yellow flower.
Like you said each to their own way of reading it.
exactly, it’s interesting how perception can be introspective.
thanks for dropping by desk49, maybe you’ll find new meaning when you bump into this one again.