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A Poem by Jonathan Dalton
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In the cocoon of my car, one night,

I sat under a tree

and told it how anxiety is a creature 

that crawls

in the stomach. Or radiation,

itching on the flesh;                

or a sand storm, a dust cloud,

bewildering. It's fear.           

It makes one last demand, then another, and another,

forever. It's the inflammation 

in response to a spec,            

or is it a spec? 

I don’t know.                      

I don't know what's real.

Except that tree.               


And though it did not care,

through the sunroof,

I needed its embrace,

and noted how its leaves

were made yellow by Autumn and sodium

from the street lamp,

and looked like petals.

And the next night, I talked to a friend, which was even better.


© 2013 Jonathan Dalton


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I like your style here.
I feel as if Ive had this conversation
with a different tree, but maybe I didnt.
Cant wait for more.
Fan across the large pond,
Claire

Posted 10 Years Ago


A representation of our inner thoughts and the relativeness of conveying ourselves in fellowship with human spirits.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on October 28, 2013
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Jonathan Dalton
Jonathan Dalton

Windsor, United Kingdom



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Writer and human being. As well as writing poetry, I've written a novel and also write occasional short stories. Being a professional writer is my only career ambition. Check out my website, Like .. more..

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