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Click herefor fifteen years
a tree stood sentry
patient witness
to little bipeds
with funny cat-calls
- urban environmental administrator
- independent environmental activist
- slightly mental passer-by
- mayor
- minor
- me
and there stood the tree
silently swaying limbs
to a different tune
than our human chatter
to no consensus, to no end
for fifteen years of ndecision
then it fell
quietly, considerably
at 3 am when nobody's children
ran laughing under it's shadow,
not because of our demigod interaction
but because the time had come
so now bipeds bicker
yes, they still babble on
about should had instead of should
as if they could wind up some DeLorean,
take a wayback spin
as if roots
would really
give a damn
I enjoyed this but I thought it was equally effective with or without the last 5 lines. I wanted to give it 90 but am not quite certain why, so.
mute historians aren't they?
excellent poem, I almost wanted more " meat" to it but when I got to here:
~then it fell
quietly, considerably
at 3 am when nobody's children
ran laughing under it's shadow,
not because of our demigod interaction
but because the time had come~
Well what can one say about a stanza that speaks of so many thing in such a simple direct way.
Great job
Thank you
I wish the vote scale went highre than 5 cause this one deserves it. How does one think lke a tree? you have given a new perspective and I needed that for a while now...love this!!
Liar!
I enjoyed this work, it ran right up my alley. Nature, politics, (intellectual jargon), with the last stanza taking a real turn on what truth really is...
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for fifteen years
a tree stood sentry
patient witness
to little bipeds
with funny cat-calls
here I find it interesting that you reflect on time in the human sense. Speaking of a tree limiting its time on this earth.. like the only importance of its exhistance was that 15 years... makes me go hmmmmm... oh really... and how many others may have noticed this tree and thought the same thing...
and there stood the tree
silently swaying limbs
to a different tune
than our human chatter
to no consensus, to no end
for fifteen years of ndecision
again..repeated thought.. on the 15 years...
but here... I love the change... no longer giving importance to the 15 years.. but rather.. all of time..and what really matters...the roots...makes me think of my own life and how I am living...do I have strong roots.. or are they too close to the ground level.. there fore vulnerabel and exposed to giving a damn....
Quote:
as if they could wind up some DeLorean,
take a wayback spin
as if roots
would really
give a damn
Thank you Du Lac