Up at Michael Solender's wondermous Blog NOT FROM HERE, ARE YOU?.
Lately, I've been pondering place, mostly North Carolina and Baltimore, and the meaning of home. The kissing tree is a 'character' that shows up in several stories and poems. When my family travels to my parents, a signpost telling us we've almost arrived is a huge oak smothered with mistle-toe. We always kissed as a family at the intersection. Shortly before my father died, I traveled alone, and only the tree trunk remained. A poem was born...
Thank you Michael for the chance to grace your pages. I am honored...
Peace, Linda
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a beautiful piece Linda, thank you for sharing it at the NOT!
ReplyDeleteEven for a none-poetry person like myself, I enjoyed it.
ReplyDelete--John