Written for National Poetry Month: 4/13/15
Shall I fail another test waiting for results?
I’ll shelter
Underneath branches
-strength tested
the whisper of leaves
growing from a seductive tickle
to a roar mighty
loud and exclamatory –
I AM NOT A TREE!
– it shouted.
Of course you’re not –
(I know that).
-Was just pretending.
You are a Bird
with blue wings
calling through the jungle –
heavy the heat.
More of you are calling now,
filling the sky
– dark thunder,
duplicating voice –
I”M NO TA BIRD!
Yes, thank you –
another mistake
along, with, this, embarrassing, misuse, of, commas,
I see now,
a Honeybee.
DO NOT CALL ME A HONEYBEE!
you zing, but all I hear is
“Buzz, buzz, buzz,” as you
loop angrily
beating your chest.
(Oh, GOD! That chest!)
Shirtless the brawny
mountain cliff.
The whole jungle shakes
as nostrils flare –
(Darling, the small frightened animals!)
Avalanche!
as the entire mountain range
rushes forward,
I dance in the quake
as you pound your fist
into the ground –
ME NO GORILLA!
Of course not (I giggle).
You tickle my ear.
I love you –
I know who you are.
You are a Tree.
December 30, 2015 at 9:26 pm
Reblogged this on Adventure by Ollie and commented:
another love poem…
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