Old man oak
twisted trunk retreating towards
knobby knuckles
scorning sullen sky
skin weathered and worn
from sun and storm
creaking fingers cry.
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3 comments:
i feel like i was in the ring with the middle of that poem.... towardsknobby knucklesscorning sullen skyskin....
DOWN GOES FRAYSHAH! DOWN GOES FRAYSHAH!
you poems create such emotion
jake nice picture.
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