the burden is
unspoken
but
I feel it
all the same
I carry on . . .
I carry
and I bow
low
but not yet
broken
the sky
above –
indifferent –
sails its clouds
into the west
but for me . . .
well
only burden
and so many
many
miles to go
into the darkness
before
I rest
~
Frank Prem Poetry 
That sounds rather deep, Frank.
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Just channeling the tree Mick. I thought it a very evocative image
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Ah, phew!
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What a resonant voice from this tree, and you.
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Thank you do much, Damyanti. Glad you enjoyed the piece. It was a very evocative tree!
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The imagery here is great. I thought it was a tree, but it could have been a statue. In either case, the picture and later the prose conveys a burden and a resolution to carry on. I can’t wait for this to be printed!!
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Thansk Claire. Yes, clearly a tree, but for a moment I could let myself be fooled, and that stayed with me.
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