What Sycamores Remember

I often fail to forget
what took too well to my memory.
Whenever I forfeit will and relent,
my walking trips over its lone pair
of steps and upsets the solitude
at the first catch of itself.
Path stones jab into the sole,
too familiar,

the batch of old Sycamores we kept finding,
they miss the touch of the dancing pair
that brought them an early essence of Spring,
flirting into spins a smitten wind
we made at their toes.

You pointed to
the branches renewing themselves.
Maybe you know, they’ve been
shedding their skin ever since
we detached hands by the river, now,
all too shimmery of a draw
for my inconspicuous
slide into evening.

I caught cold absences of you
from the things we loved together,
things hacking an unpleasant blame
at me in reeling wind.

I do believe the trees
are throwing an angry
din my way,

too familiar.

Will I forever self-condemn
though we both agreed to
only “friends”?

The Sycamores are trees that
don’t like dwelling on the loss
of bygone seasons and their
ruthless reasons.

But I am an effigy –
no better dressed than in
the dead skin of a winter
I cannot divest – a target for shame,
hands tied and agonized
by their valid protests.

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!