I Am Tired of Complexity

Cherry

By Ewan

Tue, 20 Oct 2020
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Outside the window, the oak

is dressed in its autumn coat

of tan, crimson and gold.

It is beautiful the year round.

Buds unfurl like the spring itself.

Thick, verdant leaves glint

like silver paper in the summer sun.

Right now, this tree is painted by Klimt.

Soon bare branches will give

quercus a stark and wintry beauty.

The roots grow under my house,

along the terrace row,

to penetrate the sewer

and its contents.

 

I am tired of complexity.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by penguin on

I got the impression you were tired of poeticisms rather than complexity. But you'd know best.

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Did you know trees have more dna than we do? All our stupidities are less complicated than what they do to keep the earth working. Including roots using water from the sewer to help make leaves that produce fresh air? I like your tree poem very much. I hope it gave you joy to write as it does to read it

 

Submitted by Ewan on

keeping us alive for aeons. I think they're amazing things, from juicy saplings to gnarled, hollowed-out, lightning-struck trees with no leaves that look like Tolkien's ents in the twilight, or out of the corner of your eye.

Thanks for dropping by

Ewan x

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