This morning a tree, blue bitterness, branches out from ground,
roots rot, corrupted early in the evening,
here is the foam crystallized, eaten by worms remorse,
twisting its delicate grey kidney in turmoil.
The moon illuminates the scene preposterous evil,
the ugly debate to scream is an authenticity ambiguous,
but it is artificial,
everyone knows that this unreal haughty world is false.
When approaching for leaves, she felt reassured to feed her goat,
but on the stroke of shoe she had lost in the distance countered,
probably between old and young populace of remote town.
Branch out tree, hurting people, residences,
poisoned by the illusion of longevity,
because we know that myths may be artificial,
but people are more superficial.
Author notes
Picture prompt ( Branching Out )
A contest entry
- Semi Quickie contest by Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
700 points, ended October 23, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What a powerful piece
Strong words beautifully crafted in sadness
A unique out of the box take from this image yet fitting with Branching Out
Thank you for your entry
Best wishes
Julie
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