in hopes of slipping away

bound up and tangled,
lost in the vines,
catching the barest brief glimpses of light
through the leaves that enthrall me
with cool lime translucence
and dancing sparkles of sun

with rough bark below

as my hardwood floor

and snippets of sky as my ceiling;

I lose myself in the green

and wait, hoping

to become something more

than just a girl

in a moment

of earth

I reach my arms out

as far as they will stretch,

taking in the whole of my domain;

and wonder if this

is how birds learned to fly

Author notes

Word prompt: 3) treehouses

A contest entry

Freedom Rounds by Writing0Freedom. 400 points, ended June 22, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Writing0Freedom
May 30

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title 4/5
relation to prompt 7.5/8
spelling\grammar 5/5
personal oppinion 11/20
rythmn 7/12
imagery 12/20
emotion 7/10
Diction 8/10
Originality 7/10

68.5/100

I really liked this, one of the better poems in this contest. I thought it was a little too short, but still pretty good. I liked your diction and how you related to the prompt.
Finalist!

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VidaBella17
May 15

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Bravo!
Beautiful analogy to growing up! I think you have real talent and I am def. about to go read some more! yay!