Good evening Hive, I wrote a free-write kind on of poem tonight. I was not thinking of anything in particular just tapping away allowing my mind to create something different. - enjoy.
The Tree
I can reach all the way down
I imagine that’s what the tree would say
with my tap root, I can feel your dissatisfaction
with your life today
Your merciless scorn echos through mother (earth)
Oh, how your cries sound like hooves of clambering beasts
fleeing from dark things in your past, not at ease
and your feet fleeing on rabbit paws
and your eyes wide and your jaw clenched tight
and your heart, ah, I can feel it's beat
speeding up as you think I speak
and before you realize
I'm just a tree
Your going to run into me.
meditations