Sunday, June 24, 2012

My Bottle Tree

My Bottle Tree

razzle, dazzle me, bottle tree
captivate me, like the humming bee

your colors reflect off the mornin’ dew
one vying to be noticed, a deep, steel blue

suffer in silence, if a bottle breaks
the stillness, my heart, my body aches

those copper stems, stretch far and wide
large and small bottles held side by side

may they capture the evil spirits that roam
keep them away from my blissful home

Bottle trees and gardens,


  1. I love your poem. I especially like the line asking the copper stems to capture the evil spirits and keep them from your blissful home. I really enjoyed this and the photo was a bonus.

  2. Hi Melissa, It's good to see you. Thank you for letting me know how you feel about the poem.

    I've recently read a book that introduced me to bottle trees. I love them.

  3. I really like this, from the words to the rhythem. Thanks for sharing!