What do you see, deer?

July 26, 2011
By lapisleaves DIAMOND, Durham, New Hampshire
lapisleaves DIAMOND, Durham, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
"...I wish none of this had happened." "So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."


Hello dear.

I see you,
a black fawn
of bits of wood
sitting atop a cabinet.

You don't do much.
Not like the trees.
They dance.
They stretch from the rocks
to that high mosaic of blue tiles
that you have the nerve to call a sky;
grinding their branches against
the scratch-resistant gloss.

What are we?
Are we relevant much, dear?
We could be as relevant as
hangnails
or paperclips.
Perhaps we're all just apples.
I think we're all just mud.
Thick.
Goopy.
Always stuck,
and getting unstuck,
and sticking; again.

But you are not an apple.
Nor are you mud.
You are just a black fawn,
made of bits of wood.
If only eyes could see.

Perhaps everyone is apples after all.


The author's comments:
The trees dance. I can't figure out what they represent. This questions what we are, and our relevance to the whole scheme of anything. I know apples corresponds with crazy. (Perhaps). The mud is a mystery. It's stickiness is important. 'If only eyes could see', then perhaps I could unravel this poem.

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