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Tree
by Chris Sorrenti
Got a long way
Before you can peak the poke
Do the flutter flop
Into the sleep hole
No time to dwell
On the fault lines of yesterday
Putting yourself on tailbone
For the latest crop of sin
But the sin is insignif
Compared to the breakdown
Panic squeezing sap
Out of mind and limb
Count the stars lucky
And the backward turns roundabout
Chlorophyll changing from green to red
Amazing now, isn’t it?
How you've learned not to lie
© 1989
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01/27/2014 Author's Note: Published in the University of Ottawa poetry magazine, Bywords, Volume 1, Number 7, May 1991.
Posted on 01/27/2014
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/27/14 at 08:55 PM A nice write and that is quite a picture of a tree. It almost looks as if someone shaped it by hand, or did a lot climbing with a chain saw. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/28/14 at 01:54 AM Tree here quite symbolic. Fascinating photo manipulation. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/28/14 at 06:16 PM That's what I call an intricate neural network...intriguing to see how you've risen to the fall, in more ways than one. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/29/14 at 05:32 AM Cool photo, Chris. "No time to dwell
On the fault lines of yesterday" - loved these lines. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 01/29/14 at 06:49 PM "peak the poke" Yes!! |
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