Dying Tree Struck By Lightning
A lightning bolt smashed that tree,
And the wind finished it off.
The bark is now shredded.
The trunk is broken in half.
Parts of its heart are now
Exposed, violated, burnt open
By an ancient summer storm.
Still a branch emerges,
Trying to salvage it all,
A tiny, scraggly, childish reach,
A baby's fist in the face of death,
To save fifty feet of dying tree,
A hundred years of growth abandoned.
Beautiful. I like that you conveyed so much feeling through out this poem without it having too much illusion, and its lack of rhyme makes for a unique understanding feeling. More, please!
ReplyDelete-Carlos Hernandez
Tree Service Queens