My Buckeye Tree

I have not written much poetry since I was in my late teens, but I’ve been inspired to share more of it with you. Thanks to my good friend, Kristian!

I have admit, I’m a little nervous about sharing poetry with you, I’m not sure why…I’ve opened up about the darkness that has tried to consume me. The grief I still deal with, and will continue to deal with for the rest of my life. The anger I feel at myself for not stopping my rapist (I totally get I shouldn’t be angry with myself, but I can’t help it. I’m so incredibly angry at myself, because I should have seen it coming!)

Anyway, I’ve bared my soul with you, without any doubt or fear, so why is it that poetry has me shaking in my shoes, or in this case, flip flops?

Still, I’m going to face this fear and press that publish button, and hope that with time my poetry will only grow better.

My Buckeye Tree

autumn-leaves

The buckeye tree planted in my backyard, by my grandfather in the early 1940’s.

Your branches aren’t as full as they once were

Your age is starting to show

Still proudly you stand before me

Your beauty for me to bestow

Many hours I’ve spent sitting beneath you

My buckeye tree,

Confiding in you secrets,

That others dare not see

Your branches have heard my laughter

As I swung from your limbs as a child

Now, it seems all you hear are my sobs

As my “wild streak” has grown mild.

Your leaves, while not that plenty

Still provide me with shade from the blistering sun

So let me sit beneath them

My daily duties, finally done

I’ve grown quite fondly of you

In awe of everything you’ve given me

Such as the colors of your leaves right now

Showing us how beautiful letting go can be

Note:  I claim all content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman. Any and all use of this work without my permission is strictly prohibited.
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9 Responses to My Buckeye Tree

  1. YAY. I am so proud to have inspired you to share your poetry.
    I can sympathise with that love of a tree.
    I really like the last line and the idea of a tree letting go of its leaves being a parallel for us letting go of our worries. 🙂

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  2. You did it! You wrote about your Buckeye Tree. I absolutely love it. Beautifully done!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. The Hinoeuma says:

    That was beautiful!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. The Eclectic Contrarian says:

    That’s really good!

    Liked by 1 person

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