January 8 2012 by Elizabeth Jill Tree becomes my verb treeing myself, each footstep ignoring the fog 01/08/2012 Posted on 01/08/2012 Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Jill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ava Blu on 01/08/12 at 05:46 PM I love this. Posted by Rob Littler on 01/08/12 at 06:45 PM I get the image of treeing myself too, the essence of that...the beautiful notion of that...then that is right beside the action of feet, stepping. I can feel the tree rings forming, ringing in my ears...a tree of mine own making. Thanks for this poem. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)