Da steht ein Lindenbaum

[just mercedes]

Da steht ein Lindenbaum

A rough sort of love for life; I like the rough/love sound
a love which shivers and shakes off the 'which' sort of distanced it
blankets, patchwork quilts of leaves.

The love of twigs, snapping
underfoot, between finger and thumb; I got a bit inverted here and stood on my fingers
bark on soft palms and rivulets of sap. rivulets of sap in Spring, but autumn leaves? confused, but not unhappy


I have been digging; densely packing
earth beneath nails. Cementing up
gaps {of self}, building my limbs anew. I like the action here as well as the sounds

Lips cracked; caked, clayed, and cloyed. Great sounds, all of them you can make without moving your cracked lips.
Hands clasped at the root: a prayer, I don't like 'prayer' - benison, blessing, orison, invocation?
half-sung, murmured. Held for just a breath. I love the tempo and tone of this final line  It lingers for me like struck crystal.

Thank you for posting - I enjoyed reading your poem.