Uprooting
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Eager though I remained
Many days were often the same
Boldly attributing to my state
Many others remarked upon my fate
As facing a certain dutiful confinement
Stubbornly I refused to relate
Living in dull fluvial assignment
They do not see
How I excel
in being free
And me
I'm always watching
One, two, three
Falling leaves
Guaranteed
Is the joy of my simplicity
So truly difficult to believe?
Inviting the air as it weaves
In and about the knots of my knees
I thought that I would never receive
The end of my days
Witnessing the mortal reality
Of that first falling leaf
Momentary madness
Gripped my spirit
Much like sadness
Was this their attack on me?
A sound not unlike chopping
Greeted my feet
The swaying tendrils of my heart
Feared the sound and obeyed
Accepting defeat
Vastness and blackness is all that I can impart
As I awoke many days later
To find it was not death with which I had embarked
Too many colors to name
Graced my presence
Dissolving the grim disdain
That previously inhabited my existence
How long then, had I lived in vain?
A lonely lesson in persistence
Flurries of commotion ensued
Never losing their spark
Partaking with gentle consideration
In this bright new world
Aware of my resilient roots
Quickly claiming their marks
Never again would I have to count
One, two, three
This place was different
Admittedly I was mistaken
I no longer hid in modus vivendi
© fragment, 2020 (Katherine Bernhardt)
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fragment 6w
An entry I wrote for the current contest, "write a poem from the perspective of a tree". Perhaps in the future I will be able to participate in the contests, but for now the prompt alone proved an excellent use of my time.
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