WednesdayA Poem by MKEREDIt is like this: a barren tree on a hilltop lone against the marbled slate of the winter sky. You may sit beneath its sweeping limbs waiting as roots curl around your extremities, and sink your mad recollections amidst the loam of many predecessors as spring beckons. Or you may read messages in its posture and stance, and hang various indecencies from the nearest sprig. But you cannot Be surprised to find yourself tied In exotic knots and swinging Loosely with others. For it is a generator of practical hatreds you may hang anything from its branches. But you may also Weep alone in its shadow and know the solace of its obstruction and only then walk away © 2013 MKERED |
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Added on December 11, 2013 Last Updated on December 11, 2013 |