The Beating Tree

The Beating Tree

A Poem by Rebecca

Blackened branches 
Hanging low 
Reaching crooked arms 
Of a nature giant, 
Standing hunched in 
Torrential wind, 
As feathery greens that lace
Their tough, thickened skin 
Grasp at dusty remnants Of shattered words 
That hang In the crisp air-
Like a limp body 
Tethered to a beating tree. 
Crimson liquid 
Trailing down sharply cut 
Emblems 
Embedded in Ebony tissue. 

© 2012 Rebecca


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Added on July 6, 2012
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Rebecca
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