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Scarred Bark Part II
Admiring the trees with colorful leaves
That're falling from high as they grieve
Leaving some trees barrenly undressed
That just can't handle constant duress
Stress from storms got 'em torn & battered
Beginning to lean like a rose that's withered
Tethered to pain of epigenetic proportions
Trying to stay sane after late term abortions
They gotta use caution when standing tall in fields
Executioners are lurking while out carrying steels
Making it harder to heal as bark's peeled everyday
When roots are uprooted, miseducated, or taken away
That're falling from high as they grieve
Leaving some trees barrenly undressed
That just can't handle constant duress
Stress from storms got 'em torn & battered
Beginning to lean like a rose that's withered
Tethered to pain of epigenetic proportions
Trying to stay sane after late term abortions
They gotta use caution when standing tall in fields
Executioners are lurking while out carrying steels
Making it harder to heal as bark's peeled everyday
When roots are uprooted, miseducated, or taken away
Published 3rd Nov 2023
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3rd Nov 2023 7:29am
3rd Nov 2023 8:29am
Nicely done...
I was just out for a walk...
Whenever there is trees I literally
walk staring strait up...
I stopped a few times to capture
the moon in the trees...
I like very much how each tree has
its own personality...
Each so unique...
And the philosophical places trees take me...
There are these trees at the graveyard...
I always feel like I am arriving home
when I see them...
:)))
I was just out for a walk...
Whenever there is trees I literally
walk staring strait up...
I stopped a few times to capture
the moon in the trees...
I like very much how each tree has
its own personality...
Each so unique...
And the philosophical places trees take me...
There are these trees at the graveyard...
I always feel like I am arriving home
when I see them...
:)))
3rd Nov 2023 11:22am
I am a straight up tree hugger in the literal sense. You can feel life & history in their trunks. If there's a tree, my eyes will gravitate to it. What man does to them breaks the heart. Thank you so much for entering this poem in the Unnatural Nature comp.
4th Nov 2023 3:24am
Straight fire.
That last was like solid, hot piece of iron resounding through time and space.
That last was like solid, hot piece of iron resounding through time and space.
12th Nov 2023 11:16pm
