we're a perfect climbing tree

a poem i wrote about my generation

we're made up of branches but we don't know which ones to depend on.

we sound like a shout of joy from the top.

we smell like pine.

we feel like sap.

sometimes we sound like a limb breaking under our feet.

we're so scared of falling,

but we do it over and over again.

Reviews

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I wonder what's your generation. Cause this can fit to any generation . I like your symbolism and iagination. I think we have to all fall . There is no escape from this. Sometimes fall can became great last jump over devil tale. This poem have spirit of freedom and nature decay. At least this is what i read in your poem. Quiet diffirent then ussual boring stuff on this web site. Please write more , make us all wonder.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my, love the metaphor here, and how you have carried it throughout the poem...often poems are filled with metaphors but they just hang, then fall without attachment to the rest of the poem.
especially like "we smell like pine/ we feel like sap"
j.

[emmajoy]

Wonderfully thoughtful words, daisy. I think most generations feel like that - in both same and different ways. Finding a safe place is difficult, but adventures have to be taken and then it's having to decide which one, This or that.. or... ? Those suspect branches, those fears and the try, try again.. Decision time!

You've found such a great way of describing how you and your generation feel right now. .Brava!

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Sounds really nice! Wow! .