Inverted lung

There’s a tree I planted
Outside some school
I went to years ago
I imagine it’s grown
Into a majestic,
Inverted lung,
Soaking up
Pollutants
And virus
Mine are
dying of.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Maxwell, this one re-connects us with nature, especially how we, like the plants around us, are vulnerable to deadly forces out of our immediate control. It's a feeling of helplessness and despair. If we could hear the tree, I wonder if he'd relate to us as well as you've related to him. Great poem and original title.

[barleygirl]

This is really amazing. About 25 years ago I planted 3 oak trees after my dad died, but I haven't been able to get back to see them lately & I recently wondered how they would be by now?!?! Your poem shows me there's no fleeting thought we shouldn't consider making into a poem! Your poem my thought a few more steps, painting trees as being able to suck up the junk, a concept I love the way you stated it! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie