American Chestnut
There is no one here
to tell me to hurry.
82 times I have checked that plant.
It’s not dead, just not growing.
There is lots to do.
Instead I will climb the rocky
hill again, think for a while,
stare at the air between me
and this tree.
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Love the ways this captures a moment, staring at the air. First lines draw me in.
I think its the way the branches pattern so uniquely on each tree that gets me
Truth.
I really enjoyed this poem
Well, I did have to call you down from the hill yesterday. 🙂 I think you have some of these “rocky hill” poems in you.
Yay!!!!! Coleman makes his entrance, with a very good poem at that. Stride on, brother.
This poem makes me think about persistence and expectation and how we have radar for things that capture our focus when we are supposed to be doing other things. I like the way it features inner vision and how it governs us.
Love it! Thank you!
Way to go. Keep staring at the air.
Love your incorporation of theme
Love:
82 times I have checked that plant.
It’s not dead, just not growing.