Sustainable Poetree: Humanity

Posted On 07/08/2025

By Nikki Wordsmith
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I want to be your tree 
a human said to me. 

Sincerely,
I want long brown arms 
to wave up and down 
stretching far
and lovingly 
round and round 
your torso trunk  
and hold you up
when you are drunk.

I want to be free
parasite me said to the tree.

I have been so stuck
without much luck.
Words rasped out 
through knotty wood 
branches lay dead
covered in mud.
I couldn't grasp
individuality, much less
spontaneity. 

They hugged so hard my legs gave way.
Arms snapped like twigs; leaves shook the ground.
Were they trying to help or hinder? 
Suddenly, from behind the gorse
someone with a hoary voice 
shouted out without a doubt those haughty words:‘Timber!’

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