She clings to the dead tree.
It’s not that attractive.
As anyone can see,
She’s just trying to live
Attached to something that
Won’t grow, a leaf, a stock,
Or anything with life.
She clings, she holds, she grabs,
It might as well be rock,
Dead as her hope inside.
She touches the branches,
She smells and softly exhales
It’s time to let go, chances
Are it’s dead, or not well.
Leaves bud the next day.
She can’t see.
She’s gone away.
I love this- It's very evocative! I know it will throw off the syllables, but I would try it cutting all but one pronoun for her and maybe call the dead tree "he?"
ReplyDeleteIt's quite sad actually. She clings hoping for life, then gives up hope and leaves just as life is revealed. What is this saying about the author I wonder?
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