Open Poetry #49 |
The Tree Of Me |
HM3 Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 169TX |
The tree of me has many rings Each has seen a million things From my very first sprout Through the seasons of drought The rings show my age As each turns a page In a season of growth Up or down I did both My reach to branch out The root of my doubts The wind and the rain The winters the pain The growth the scars Sometimes bazaar The colors the clouds Growing out loud Dancing with glee The tree of me Work like money doesn't matter, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I like this. You spelled out who and what you are in a very cool way. I particularly liked . . . "My reach to branch out The root of my doubts" ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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