November 12, 2011
Poetry Scribble: Irradiated Horiculture Poetry!
Only one more poem left after this! But that’s in the future! For now, here’s a poem about a tree. Nature poetry! ALL OF THE GENRES, amirite?
Atomic Bonsai
Hidden beneath ceramic pot
lurks a terrible power.
Throbbing, thickening,
as it curls through the available soil.
Trunks, limbs,
spastic
surge forth from underneath,
becoming green
with undeniable energy.Waves of it
irradiate
and I feel it in my paws
fingertips trembling
as I reach closer
picking it up
making it hover and spin above my palm.
I’m electromagnetic,
charged.
My glasses crack.
Wind swirls my hair just so.
There is life here,
contained,
and restricted,
atoms bubbling with power
waiting for
release.I have kept this tree from flourishing.
I have dug claws into it
and squashed dreams of swaying in the wind
tree sex in the air
intoxicating,
and it’s need to be
another tree
refills my batteries
as I cough,
hair falling to the ground
in clumps.