POETRY READING: Bare Tree Branches, by Merkel1090

Performed by Allison Kampf

POEM:

Caught in the wind of chance, hoping to catch a glance of a new lover romance but no one wants to stand next to me… why? I mark the resemblance of bare branches on a tree.

Ugly, hard, stiff, mad at the world… and of the blade of grass… envious. Because it’s figured out how to bend with the wind gracefully survivin. Inviting children to play in it, lovers to picnic on it and cuddle on top of it, while I alone on the hill wonder why no one sees the awesome beauty I have inside.

Filled with contempt, regret, hatred at all joyful things, as I notice its only on my branches that the song birds don’t sing… and the sun rays don’t dance upon my barked skin and my roots don’t tingle with love from within and my soil after dark is not…