A tree bends and breaks
in the wind; as does my will
when you’re touching me.
Photo by Justine Furmanczyk of freeimages.com
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Poet Rummager 
the image and emotion so perfectly connected – – the photo just brings it all home.
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Thanks Doug! You’re always as eloquent commenting as you are with poetry writing. xo
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Very nice! What comes first…the photo or the poem?
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Thank you, Graham! Well, technically, the photo came first, but it wasn’t this particular one — it was FlyTrapMan’s shown here:
I really like Fly’s photo, and the tree situated in the center is bent, but it wasn’t broken, so I had to find one that was, and that’s when I came across Ms. Furmanczyk’s. I hope to use Fly’s some other time, because it is a monochromatic beauty.
Lol. Sorry for the long answer, but there you have it. 🙂
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lovely lines
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Thanks San! 💐
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So cute!!! :3
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Thank you, Francis! 🌞
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☺
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Short, but full of meaning. Lovely.
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Thank you very much! 🌞🌷 🌼
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You’re most welcome. 🙂
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Great use of the image, Rose
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Thank you, Derrick. I’ll be using one of your images I fell in love with, next week 🙂
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I look forward to it, Rose
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Stuff to drool over, both the delicate haiku and photo to compliment it, or the other way round. xx
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lol! Ah, I enjoy your comments so! Thanks Paula. 😘
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I have a feeling trees prefer to break in the wind.
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Or maybe trees just prefer to break wind? 😀 I know someone who breaks trees with swords…
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Yeah…dead trees and I don’t get along! \”/
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Whew! I’m glad we get along! 😃
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It looks like the tree in the photo broke at least a yr ago and has put out vertical branches from below the break. Those upper-trunk-replacing-branches (it would be 1 unpronounceable word in German!) are now leafing out nicely in their 2nd or 3rd spring. All’s well that ends well.
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You’re always so perceptive! 🙂
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Excellent poem and photo pair. The sudden rustle of leaves and the sharp intake of breath, the moaning in the wood and in the throat, the crack and the release.
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Sexy words! I don’t know about you, but now I need a cigarette! 😚
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Ha ha ha.
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Beautifully explained Rummager ☺☺
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Thank you Sumit, or should I say, “Mr. Celebrity?” 😉
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Haha.. It is so kind of you. 😁😁😁
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Beautifully said. And look at that young tree! What a passion 🙂
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From the fallen, springs hope. Thanks so much😘
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A tree is only as strong as its roots!
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Nice one! 😊
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Amazing! So few words, and yet I have goose bumps all over… Sarah:)
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I love your words. 😍 Thank you!
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🙂
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Short and powerful.
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Thank you very much. 😍
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Perfect words for the picture. Beautiful Poet.
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Thank you Somali! You’ve made my day. 😘
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Powerfully romantic!
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Thank you darling! 🌷
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Lovely Rose … You’re getting soft 🙂 Hugs
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Lol. Oh, say it isn’t so, Miss Deanne! Thank you and hugs right back. 😘
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Doggy position!
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