Good morning! Please welcome Donny Barilla to this week’s Poetry Corner.
Born of a Distant Branch by Donny Barilla
From the birch wood trees
Lining the deep meadow,
the crows splintered forth as a dusting
of ground pepper, loosening upon the carousel
of tumbling sky, meanwhile
the creams of puddles and slosh of the onion stalk,
small children soften in mud’s,
a quiet depress of moss-
quivering winds which levy the hungry tides of evening.
Dinner bells thud and slap,
as breakfast slights excited mouths,
dry throats lend to the approach
of mid-day, mid-spring.
An hour later, the sun rattles,
a relic, tumble of fresh-spread of dirt
where weddings and nuptial cakes,
born, the dancing spurs, still glaze
across the thin lips of each child, dug deep their craft.
The mother’s fingers-
resin of the buttery breads,
awaken snarls of thick husbands
softly the pepper drowns with glossy tip,
nesting in strokes of the distant branch.
Awesome poem, Donny! Thank you for sharing! 🙂
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