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If Trees Could Talk
Contributed by
Invierno
on
Monday, 30th May 2016 @ 12:18:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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My arm is now a coffee table;
my fingers, the legs.
I had better plans for me,
but these hackings beg
to change my destiny.
Just because I grow slow,
you cut my body for your things,
never asking if I mind
when you find a Me of many rings.
You slap stain on my departed parts
then lather me in gloss,
plop a mirror atop me,
staring at yourselves, sitting on my arm
that/'/s now your chair
ere a thank you or a care to what I/'/ve lost.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2016-05-30 00:18:35]
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Re: If Trees Could Talk
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by RussellReinhardt on
Tuesday, 31st May 2016 @ 11:23:04 AM AEST
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Dear Mike
Stunning piece this is. I can only eco the sentiment. We humans just consume. God bless
Greetings
Gert |
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Re: If Trees Could Talk
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by alicewhite on
Tuesday, 31st May 2016 @ 05:56:19 PM AEST
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| i saw a tree on sunday that i chanced upon that would talk of the sound of the pied piper beneath its bows playing his bagpipe for hours at an unknown spot on the trees land owners private grounds as it said on the gate ,private land keep out, except for butterflies in the wheat the only words to you i speak, are words of talking to flowers and now also talking trees for hours and hours. true story by the way x |
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