Poem by Roula Pollard
A TREE, ALWAYS IN MY MEMORY
I am in the memory, perhaps in the DNA
of a tree, as you are in my memory.
I am not yours, you are not mine
only oneness in love. I have no possessions.
A tree I am.
This tree is not yours, not mine
our life a tree is
valuable as our shared planet, valuable as oneness
in wholeness on this planet. Kiss breezes
unite us, like a sea soul
even sadness is shared
in the body of our Universe.
A tree usually says “ I gave up sadness”
it’s turned in an endless song
long as the days of my life
united by a delicate cotton thread
or by strong ropes, like those anchoring boats
to the peer, to long islands of the soul
especially on summertime.
United, yes, by a hyper-lexicon of love words
united by all trees to create life’s oxygen
united by all hopes like a rising dawn
united by strong, powerful links
of world love
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