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I used to have conversations with trees when my mother died...they seemed to whisper advice and consolation and their branches rose heavenwards pointing to the clouds trying to make them melt for me and give way to the sunshine.....love your poetry

I won't pretend to understand what this is about but I believe it has significant meaning to you. Almost as if against my will I keep revisiting it. I am intrigued by it. Especialy the second verse about the branches your parents placed you in and oh my: the line about pushing your vegetarian flesh through a meat mincer! Amazing. I wish I knew the meaning behind it but I will settle for the spark of imagination it gives me.

yh definately mark; (i get you. great poem btw! so expressive xxx