Sunday, November 11, 2007

tree, twisted.

tree,
twisted.
always seeking out the Sun.
obstacles:
embraces them, itself
grows on
always towards the Sun.

branches,
lifeless.
attached, still a part, yet
dead. not growing.
lifeless.

me,
climbing.
twisted, crooked:
more accessible.
dead is rigid, breaks off.
life gives, holds firm

view,
partial.
perfect, yet impossible
without tree,
twisted.

poem?!

I wrote a poem today. It's different for me, because I don't usually write poems when I journal: I pretty much stick to descriptions and complete sentences. For some reason, though, what I had to say today just wouldn't quite work in prose. I haven't decided if I'm done with it yet, but here it is.