Ailing Trees

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When you watch other things slowly wither away, what would you think?

Submitted: June 15, 2008

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Submitted: June 15, 2008

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The shadow of those ailing trees
Bore down on me heavily;
The impression of the twisted branches -
Nay, the crackling, crooked, cancerous branches
- Had me filled with anchoring despair.

The leaves, gently dancing,
Yellowed as an over-turned corner
On the pages of an ancient book,
Were instantly scattered by a gentle breeze.
It would have seemed a waft of
Nostalgic scents,
Had not my soul sunk beneath the rolling waves
Of inevitable misfortune.

I imagine, had I been present
Since the overgrowth were only sprouts,
Even so,
I would not have been able to cure
This alley
Of their inevitable death.
If I watered them a little more,
Cared for them a little more,
I would have prolonged this day
One year,
Ten years.

And such is my own demise,
An inconceivable clock, ticking
As each leaf falls, and be swept away.


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