nature

Poem #782 – logic is not kind

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

you are right
but you are not right
the best way
to grow this tree
is the right soil,
the right sun,
the right rain.
but it will still grow
with another soil,
another sun,
another rain.

your tree grows twenty feet tall
so does mine
your tree is an emerald of the forest
mine is titanite in the Sahara
your tree is home to squirrels and birds
mine is a small oasis in the desert
your tree is not better than mine
after all is said and done

Poem #759

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

the little sapling has hopes
she grows and grows and grows

before she knows it,
that little sapling,
she’s holding the whole world up
the stars drape over her
a glittering big top

a company of performers underneath
dancing and flipping and belting out

before she knows it,
that company of performers,
they’ve taken down the star canvas
they’ve got another world to entertain
but she remains

a big, strong tree without stars to hold up
waiting and crying and waiting

Poem #733

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

she lives in the woods
you wouldn’t think so
seeing her in the suit
but when the clock strikes five,
she is wild.

her hair golden among the green
a forest nymph or perhaps a fox
she runs barefooted
the ground is hard,
but her feet are harder.

the air is cold and it burns her throat
the cold electrifies her
she screams with life
until late in the night,
she lies among the dirt and leaves.

before the sun is up
she is up
she washes in the stream
donning her suit once again,
she is society.

Poem #730

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

the trees rise up everywhere
tall and moss-covered
the street shines with the light sprinkle
full of reflections of car headlights
the air blows in from the sea
chilling but not through jackets

Poem #701

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

the ground glitters
with millions of ice crystals
wherever the light shines
my fingers are numb
only on my right hand
because it holds the light
the rocks are warm
in comparison to everything
no glitter on the rock moss