by Paula Lietz |
Beautiful
Tree Poem
Lying in bed I hear voices,
muted, distorted, probably just
the fan, sounding as I heard them once
on bended knees, Lord, forgive me.
Other times troubled, dreaming, uncertain,
He
loves me; he loves me not.
I’ll
be back. I promise. I’ll
never
leave you. Sonofabitch!
How
much more can I take?
What’s
the point in trying?
Sometimes if I listen closely I hear
my grandmother on a good day saying
God
is always listening, saying simply,
How
beautiful the trees are.
Author of seven collections of poetry and over
800 poems published in journals and anthologies, Scott Owens is editor of Wild
Goose Poetry Review, Vice President of the Poetry Council of North
Carolina, and recipient of awards from the Pushcart Prize Anthology, the
Academy of American Poets, the NC Writers’ Network, the NC Poetry Society, and
the Poetry Society of SC. He holds an MFA from UNC Greensboro and currently
teaches at Catawba Valley Community College. He grew up on farms and in mill
villages around Greenwood, SC.
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