The tree lets go
In the Fall
To those it nourished
And who nourished it,
Kept it young.
It lets go.
And its babies tumble,
Most dying
All dying...
But most trees
Know letting go
Is all they can do
Author notes
about (s)tumbling
A contest entry
- Quicky Prompt - PIF - 40 words by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended May 12, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love the jerkiness of flow here...like, almost letting go then grabbing back. Ty for entering.
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You are a maid writing with wisdom of a lifetime...


