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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems

A poem about some people's comfort zones.

I am put upon and drained

Up in the Willow's highest branches

So I linger in the shadows of it's Canopy.




I shall never render blame

upon the tree in all it's glory

For you see it's not the tree

It's just me.


JE Falcon


Submitted: November 17, 2021

© Copyright 2021 JE Falcon aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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olive tree

“Put upon and divided”

Nice phrasing. Yeah it’s easy to stay in the willow tree and delve into delusion/solipsism. I’m up there all day long.

Wed, November 17th, 2021 4:05am


Thanks for the read & Comments.

Wed, November 17th, 2021 4:53pm

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