innocence
he hung on the end of a branch, held by a strong, thick limb, the trunk made no comment
just stood tall, innocent, years of rings within— to count them, means you’d have to
cut down the tree, but why would you want to do that, this tree is innocent
rains bucketed the skies and woosh, he fell from the branch, flowing to freedom
a forgone conclusion that this innocent tree and simple autumn leaf have a purpose
the strong, thick limb— innocent, men who were hung- they were not guilty at all
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This is my 6 line poem in response to this challenge: Girlie on the Edge
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Each verse of your poem is a haiku…a strong and beautiful one!
Love your poem ! And its closing sentence…👏
And on top of that, you accompany it with a compilation from my most listened artist on Spotify for 2021, Scott Buckley!
(PS: he never gets out from my top 10 )
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thank you
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I like the association you made between the autumn leaf and the innocent being hung on a tree.
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Thank you
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So eerily reminiscent of ‘Strange Fruit’. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bckob0AyKCA
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They all have a purpose, more than we will ever know.
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Ah, the silent tree, what it bears and bears witness to.
Well done.
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Thank you 😊
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