Trees

The trees appear
Naked
Barren                                  
Seemingly dead
But do they know                
Buds appear…buds appear
Preparing to begin
Anew

Sitting by the waterline
I view its’ surface softly rippling
Waiting for a tidal wave to
Grip and pull
Me in

I hate the way I feel
Standing on the edge of the stratosphere when
I can’t feel anything at all

Train whistle blows
Blowing in the distance
Barrelling down the rails of
Modern existence
Um pa-pa, Um pa-pa
“Money makes the world-go- round, the world-go-round,
The world-go-round
Money makes the world-go- round
It makes the world go round…”*

I hate the way I feel
Standing on the edge of the
Stratosphere when
I can’t feel anything at all…

Trees appear
Naked
Barren
Seemingly dead
But do we know
Buds appear…buds appear
Preparing to begin
Anew

(c)Julia Melinda Manuel
Song lyrics
November 14th, 2014
*lyrics from the musical CABARET

image

Be well,
Jules

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2 thoughts on “Trees

  1. This is good. You had me at train whistle… But I especially like the imagery and the emotion achieved of waiting to be pulled in by the tidal wave. Who knows how many tidal waves have I waited on to pull me in… Man…

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  2. Julia Manuel says:

    Thank you Kurt, wonderful feedback, I’m chuffed beyond. Tidal wave…just to FEEL something, ANYTHING. xxxx

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