tree on business | Scribbling Stone 13

my heart in the marsh

man-grove dense

we liked the birds

alighting with bony feet, dirt

feather flight

sunlight sneaking

aground through my interleaves

then came the day

they made the road

inroads into my heart

i shook all aquiver

while they cut and kilt

mutilated all around

i survived

i still stand

among the few skeletons left

limbs leafless

barely touching one another

while on both sides of me

there’s car and tar and smoke

i dare not look.

 

P.S: Linked to Mindful writing Challenge (http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2013/01/small-stone-day-nineteen.html)

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3 Responses to tree on business | Scribbling Stone 13

  1. Neetika says:

    I felt like the tree was speaking to me and telling me its sad sad tale, just like a real person would.
    nice work 🙂

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