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I once tried to climb my family tree
I didn't get very far
The bottom branches were sturdy enough
(although I'm not sure that I'd entrust a treehouse to them)
Then I looked outward
and upward
I noticed a
lack
To the left
branches were scrawny, frail
mere twigs really
To the right
brittle, leafless, budless
pale with melancholy
As I climbed higher, they
thinned even more
Sun rushed in through scant leaves
no hiding place here
Above me
gaps
I could climb no further so I climbed
down
Later
as I sat by the fireplace watching
the logs burn
I thought about trees and
gaps
lacks
my family
and the trains that
took them away.
written for Theme Thursday, Tree
12 comments:
oh what a sad little ending...the trains that took them away...you made me look at trees a bit different...nice...
still love to climb trees though...
A tree can evoke those good feelings of attachment to our roots and surroundings. You brought it out so beautifully.
Very thought-provoking... I really like this line:
Sun rushed in through scant leaves
I didn't see that coming. I don't know what I can say that would be adequate.
A great poem, but very sad. I'm hoping the trains aren't what I think they are...
Hope you are doing well!
Wow. That ending zapped me hard. You left me almost completely speechless and that's hard to do.
This is incredibly beautiful. I didn't see that coming, either.
A poem with impact. A remembrance of the blight that that never should have been. May we have the courage to never let it come again.
Interesting build up to surprise ending... made me think about writing about my own f.t. as the diseased, bloated icky thing it is!!!
wow great ending,tells me something very personal about where you come from, from the beginning of this piece my mind went straight to family trees, you didn't disappoint
The poem itself looks like a tree.
Very beautiful, and moving.
amazing.
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