The Difference Between Twigs and Fire

In Older days,green,grand and redwood high

 

Born of earth and blooming

 

Humbly thin, tenaciously stout

 

Pride of the oak

 

Holding on to growing dreams

 

The pregnancies of spring

 

Old brown fond memories

 

Resting among cracked leaves.

 

Licking always tasting none

 

Fierce but always faltering

 

Angry zest, a spicy ire

 

Persisting but never living

 

Like the kind that carry hatred at all times on their souls

 

 

-Stefon Napier (Prince Nightingale)

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of the language. Using nature and strong statements making your point. This is my favorite type of poetry. Must break down each line and grasp each meaning. I like the strong ending to the outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote