StuntedA Poem by Leslie PhilibertAbout an apple tree in my garden
An untreelike tree,
witches caught turning their safe-cracker hands. Crippled by disregard, there will be no arboreal transubstantiation. A faded portrait parsimonious with leaves, ready to recant its belief in Summer. It is a quiet surrender down to witless roots.
© 2011 Leslie PhilibertReviews
|
Stats
305 Views
8 Reviews Added on December 29, 2011 Last Updated on December 30, 2011 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|