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A waterless tree
by Sam Roberts
The jack-knife and me sat together.
Chewing itÂ’s steal slowly
Posing in the reflection - bent, mouldering.
Carving nothing because my flesh is parched
This love is waterless,
I told you yesterday that I was just a tree.
I cannot carve myself, you must carve me.
07/13/2004 Author's Note: "god only knows what I'd be without you"
Though it may appear this poem is not about self mutilation. Just to clarify that..I'm not really sure what it's about.
Posted on 07/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 07/13/04 at 03:22 PM whatever it was intended to be, it's beautiful |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/15/14 at 11:44 PM I'm not sure either, but it makes me think, and I like the images here and those last two lines just bring a lot of possible outcomes to mind. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/20/14 at 03:47 PM Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/20/14 at 04:32 PM Very nice POTD. |
| Posted by Gilly Wigley on 02/21/14 at 02:02 AM Love it! Congrats on POTD. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/01/14 at 11:54 PM Nicely put, Sam. Killer last line. And belated Congrats on POTD! |
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