To Be A Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is Dickinson-inspired. Not one of my best, but I enjoyed writing it none the less.

Submitted: August 19, 2009

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Submitted: August 19, 2009

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Oh, to have roots to grow--
Limbs to spread toward the sky!
To have blooms to open--
And leaves to shed.

The world would be such a simpler place,
Could I offer shade and shelter.
Cut me down when I become dry...
I'll crackle happily as I give you warmth.

The world would be a place simple enough,
If you could but use me and then be done.
It is not so, and you always return--
Carving sweet nothings into my much-scarred bark.

Eventually, your knife will slice through my heart--
And, oh, were I a tree, I would bleed sweet sap,
Not bitterness and sorrow for eternity.
Until that day on which my boughs break--

I will stand, proud and silent--
Oblivious to the call of hate.


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