Only dead trees grow here,
brittle affirmation that life
is indeed stilted and vague.
Branches jut obtuse angles,
stubs where leaves once grew,
she is a long time rotted,
apathetic from within.
The wind howls through her,
breaks off limbs like so many
scattered lives yet she stays
rooted.
As if, through will power
or some torrential rain,
she might rise again,
sprout green and nourishment
take that second chance…
But I know better
as I chop her down
piece by piece
for kindling.
A contest entry
- Anything by Nam.
900 points, ended August 25, 2007, 97 entries
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Comments
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The problem that I had with this piece was the ending. I get the ending, but, I was so wrapped up in what was before it that when I got to the end, it wasn't what I was looking for. But, that's more on me than you. My problem, not yours.
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Excellent
I dont think I could give enough applause for this poem. It's simply fascinating on so many levels. This is really one of the best pieces of art I've ever seen. Really.
I love the short stanzas. So picturesque of the tree itself. Dying. Alone. Fighting for everything that's left. I think the 4th stanza is the most poetic of them all. Excellent wording, great transitions, wow I can't get enough of this.
Very. Very. Well done.
~The Sleepless One~
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