The Tree That Knew
Poetry On Speaking Truths
Address unspoken truths- before they fester.
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Old meek tree that stands
Wind stirring its autumn leaves
Old stories forgotten
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Stories kept silent
Etched on its frail, wooded bark
Not meant for the open eye.
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Girl runs from his hands
Boy cries at the too-harsh touch
It screams--- but none hears.
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Lightning strikes; it speaks
Splits--a hole in its center
Locket, rusted blade
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It speaks in embers
In the scorched soil, way too late
To be heard.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Beautiful work. Almost a magical feeling <3
Well-wrought! Nature is a patient observer and listener, but does not often get to relate its own tale, unless in storm and stress.
Make me think of ents and forest spirits , excellent poetry
The poem's imagery is powerful. It makes you think about unspoken truths and their consequences.
A lot to think about - I love "Lightning strikes; it speaks Splits--a hole in its center Locket, rusted blade" - almost got goosebumbs!