A BIRD IN THE TREE

 

they say

that I should write

about things I know

so I write

 

about beer

about wrestling

(before the AntiBruno)

about reefer

about girls not wanting me

 

then they turn around

and say

that I’m boring

& repetitive

that I always tread

over the same ground

 

they say

I need to

broaden my horizons

so I think

tomorrow—

no make that tonight—

I’ll write about

a bird in a tree

 

of course, that’ll be

criticized too,

as fucking cliché

some people can’t be happy

unless they have 

something they can

bitch about.



 

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allets's picture

A Gem

To honor your turned leaf (he hem) I shall write a tree poem. s'been a while. ~Lady A

.

Fair winds I wish you

tree of my other window.

What sleeps in your boughs

I can not see or sense

or imagin?

.

Towering, bare of limb,

a few leaves lingering over long

when  Autumn ended in a day.

.

I wish you clean skies, tree

of my last eight years. Maybe

one day we will meet unseen

by you, tall towering tree, seen

by me until I go away

again.

.

allets

11-20-19

650p

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most excellent and thank you

most excellent and thank you for the praise