Weeping Pine #2

weeping pine
He reminds me of an injured pine
standing in a crowded forest
Honey-colored sap for tears

His arm, a damaged branch
like an out-stretched hand
begs for attention

He lives on the edge
plain to see
sleeps in the bushes
easy to ignore

I’ve seen him
many times before
but made him invisible

Refused to smile
or look him in the eye

When I’ve changed
and brave enough
to look upon his wounded pride

I’ll see his scars, the ones inside
and recognize myself
reflections of us all

Jean E. Taddonio


About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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