My sisters, all
orange-tape tied
quiver
with the pulse of chainsaws
distant, I think
but then
I feel the slice missing
between my own roots
feel my sap leaking
my sweetness slowly sucked
by the same gravity
I once thought
connected me to Earth.
My sisters, all
orange-tape tied
quiver
with the pulse of chainsaws
distant, I think
but then
I feel the slice missing
between my own roots
feel my sap leaking
my sweetness slowly sucked
by the same gravity
I once thought
connected me to Earth.
This is breathtaking. Thank you for writing it.
I love the sound and sense here – tightly written!
You continuously impress me with your words.
Amanda, this is so special and moving! You’ve always been an amazing role model and strong female figure for me. Thank you.
The voice of the Sycamore does carry the message that is heard above the revved up engine of a chainsaw.
This poem. Every line helps work it toward a heartbreaking ending. Masterful!
what all they have said. congrats. such strong images. such a powerful message.
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