Cut down
past their prime
interfering
with modernity.
Hacks
felling trees
on the avenue;
fallen dreams
on the pavement.
Twigs punctuate.
Branches
mere short stories
where once
stood sagas.
April 18th, 2012
Cut down
past their prime
interfering
with modernity.
Hacks
felling trees
on the avenue;
fallen dreams
on the pavement.
Twigs punctuate.
Branches
mere short stories
where once
stood sagas.
April 18th, 2012
broccoli4breakfast (musings of a part-time mystic) 
Awesome. It’s funny, I just wrote a poem about a forest of trees with letters for leaves. Woot!
Wow — the Scorpionic thread is not broken between us, my dear Jules. I’d love to read your poem! I didn’t see it on FB. Oh — and I couldn’t figure out how to upload my poem properly on the PP,P site. It came out as one big paragraph. I’d best stick to the writing end of things, and leave design to the professionals! (Like you!) Love youxxxxxxxxxxxj-cubed