Tree Trunk by John Barentine
It’s a complex thought, delicate in detail and rigid in design
From start to finish, this has been the slowest of endeavors
Anxiously encasing it’s form, I fear the permanence of mistake
Often I’ve seen this love more like molding our trees
Yes, it grows, yet my hand guides it
and you, most silent to my violence
Could I admit the feeling I have
that giving love feels closer to taking someone’s autonomy
I want to see your intentions clearly
What in me do you seek when your branch diverges
towards the overview of a hillside lake
I want to accommodate precisely
Over the years, I only ever found a few pieces of poetry or creative writing on the St. Louis missed connections feed. However, in looking back over those I did manage to save, I have to say they were all pretty good. Maybe there was more out there, but they escaped my eyes.
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