Rooted

college is over

Send them out west, the forgiven tragedies, 

The hushed lips that meet with fingers interlacing. 

These times, oh they are changing, Thats what they all say.

And as I watch them drive off into the emerald canopy, 

out of the city of trees, 

I stand rooted. 

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

It goes away way too fast, I both like and hate that, but I love brevity nevertheless. I really don't understand this piece, but for some reason the last line stuck in my mind. When such a thing happens, regardless wether you understand or not, you know you've read something wonderful. Thanks for sharing and keep up the good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poetry. You said a lot in your words.
"out of the city of trees,
I stand rooted. "
Being rooted somewhere is cool. We need the feel of home. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote