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Looking At Trees

 

Your timing, as always, is impeccable,

at least if you are aiming

to kick me when I’m down.

But when I’m already laid out on the floor

I can’t get any lower.

Not unless you’d like to dig a big hole,

but that would take too much effort,

and me, I’m exhausted,

just can’t pick up the shovel for you.

Not this time.

Yep, you don’t have to say it -

I know that in your eyes

I’ve failed you again.

Instead, I spend a lot of time

looking at trees.

I’m not interested in the blossom

or the leaves,

but the strength of those branches,

if you know what I mean,

and not for the first time

I rather regret

that I never learned to climb them

in order to leap off.


Submitted: May 19, 2020

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Mike S.

Sad, Hull; try to hang in there; there's my pathetic advice again!

Tue, May 26th, 2020 6:46pm

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Thanks, Mike.

Tue, May 26th, 2020 1:03pm

TheGothicUndying

Theb thing with tree brances is that they could be a metaphor for human bones. We see branches on the ground broken, and in a way in human terms, that is a person on the ground with a broken body, unable to get up. I think that climbing the tree instead, we become a stronger person than the person who is trying to break us. A dark poem Hully. Get a lot of imagination here, even if my interpretation is wrong. One of your best.

Wed, February 17th, 2021 8:59pm

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This was actually inspired by a local suicide that took place a few years ago. Very sad, very tragic, very young too. Sometimes I just go out and check that there are plenty of hefty branches still there is all.

Sun, March 7th, 2021 6:57am

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