Gone

July 9, 2009
By KICK3593 PLATINUM, Roslyn Heights, New York
KICK3593 PLATINUM, Roslyn Heights, New York
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The trees had no source.

Coming from the grounds as sprouting began,

the roots invisible, perhaps underground.

The moss could not gather at its feetless grounds

and the bark looked like wrinkled skin overcome

and smothered by burst-out, muscular veins.

Some leafing stems sprouted out, but they were thrust up,

forcefully, erected, flimsy
in statuesque drug.

The termites were getting in—with a hard time, I’ll say—

while the trees took no notice.

When the rain fell, they were about to drink.

The author's comments:
The inspiration of theis poem comes from--guess what--trees. These trees are situated in my summer camp, Usdan. I saw little or no protruding roots in the trees bulging out from the ground. So I was wondering, What if something doesn't change, doesn't adapt away from its uniformity like characters such as WALL-E or Ninotchka or Eliza Doolittle or Henry Higgins? What would we be in the most extremem of conservative ways? Statues? Stunted beings?

I am very satisfied with this poem long after I have written it. I can still interpret and understand the meanings as I had intended from the start. I hope you will as well.

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