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Arkapravo Aug 2019
Then the branches took a stride,
and shamed the spider’s pride,
the snake was scared, wiggled away to hide,
this tree was oddly shaped and way too wide

Nature’s quirk,
makes for a smirk,
did I see a rat in the lurk?
birds make nests, that is hard work

Termites drill and gnaw,
cats on their hind paw,
leeches claw,
do we need a saw ?

The branches made a sight at night,
a scare as a ghostly flight,
sudden horror in moon’s light,
come on ! … forgive its plight.

… and one day, the children made a swing,
tying happiness to ropes and strings,
they sang together in welcome spring,
and the twisted tree had a bling.
Written on 25 October 2017. Also published at my blog, https://gaffingaround.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/gaffe-15/
peeling wallpaper
2. unembossed boarskin
3. sunburnt mahogany
4. sequin firewood
5. bible page bark
6. chocolate tendrils
7. exfoliating exoskeleton
8. bleached crimson
9. acid wash chestnut
10. sycamore's elbow
Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
Is there joy
in noticing the details of experience?
For example:
When I encounter a flowering tree
I enjoy noticing
all the colours, shapes, sizes and textures
of every flower,
every leaf,
every fruit,
every branch,
and the bark of the trunk too;
Then I have enjoyed
experiencing the flowering tree!
Mark Wanless Jul 2019
the root tree
i saw a  cloud
changing
yah it is a  haiku in my mind hahahahah
Mark Wanless Jul 2019
the tree of 300 ad
feels like a tree
we feel happiness
we feel
Z Jul 2019
34
Come under the mango tree
In its shade she is waiting
Singing songs of the past

Bitter, bitter poetry
As the sun goes on blazing
As her eyes turn to glass
Juhlhaus Jul 2019
I felt a tree's heart one summer
Night after the heatwave;
The wood was damp where abandoned
Roots drew the cool groundwater, still
Trying to make cells, shade, and scent
As they'd done for more years than I
Walked by without pause,
Until the tree was gone.
Bhill Jul 2019
I remember a lot of really good things
Like the time I had my very own swing

It was rope and wood and hung from a tree
It was always there to help me be free

I would swing so high I could see the next street
Back and forth with my legs to go higher was a treat

Sometimes I would be brave and try a big jump
Flying through the air and land with a thump

Oftentimes, that trick would really really work
Sometimes, however, it really really hurt

I like looking back to simpler times
When the fun was fun and it wasn't a crime

When people we're people and jokes we're jokes
No one got mad at what life did provoke...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 177
What do you remember?..?
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
I took you from a tree,
Set you on a disection table.
I cut off your wings.
Baby birdie can not fly.
I love the way,
You cry.

I love to watch,
All little things die!
It is so cute,
Watching them try to fly!
I love the way,
You cry.

Oh sweet little birdie,
You look so pretty.
Let me feed you,
Through a plastic tube.
I love the way,
You cry.
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