The little tree of mine evolving before my very midst -- each twisted line of poetry, woven colorful phrase, and knarled root of ideas -- growing into a bundle of branches.
Posted in response to the challenge Ode to a Tree.
Little Tree of Mine
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Perfection
Can it be nothing more than new life?
Bounding through marshes
And clover
And buttercup
And moss
And underneath that moss
Death
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Shattering
Will we ever stop
Forming gaps for young children to fall through,
Teetering on the edge– –swinging their legs.
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Where my Grandmother's Wisdom Dwells
My grandmother's body slowly shifts into the rock, weaving into the dead texture. Eyes faded and grey, seeing more than I will ever know, and yet nothing at all.
Comments
Really cool line work! Like little knots in the tree. My favorite part is the recessed branches in gray shadow, which add such great dimension to the piece.
Love the way you colored it!
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