It was the big tree that caught his eye
Standing out like an urban beacon
Just waiting for that human touch
The old woman with the two-legged dog were perfectly matched
The dog with wheels at the back
The old woman pushing her Zimmer
It wouldn't even take the strongest branch
He was sure of that
The tree was in agreement
The old man shuffling up the street
So undignified and wasteful
Where would it end
It wouldn't even take the strongest branch
He was sure of that
The tree was in agreement
It was the electric chair that caught his eye
Going like the speed of death
Really, where would it end
He had made up his mind
It wouldn't even take the strongest branch
He was sure of that
The tree was in agreement
It was the two-legged dog barking that alerted the old woman
Stopping her Zimmer before looking up
She shouted to the man in the wheelchair
Sadly, they couldn’t save him
It wasn’t even the strongest branch
The old man shuffling, remarked
He was sure of that
The tree was in agreement
It wasn’t even the strongest.
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Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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I love this Paul so creative and powerful it wends its way to the inevitable end with alterations just as life itself and with such a finish. This is poetry A definite fave
We're all heading for the tree.
Beautifully written, Paul, your poem presents a scene where an old woman and her disabled dog encounter a tree, which symbolizes resilience amidst the fragility of life. The imagery evokes a sense of helplessness and acceptance as the characters confront their limitations and the inevitability of death.
Death, always gets in the way of life.
I was pushed towards a conclusion expertly, though you needn't have made so much effort; I was definitely going anyway after the first few lines . The intro led to a tight conclusion.
We all have to pay the tree toll.
Paul, this is deeply unsettling in a very effective way. The repeated refrain becomes almost ritualistic as the poem circles closer and closer toward tragedy. And the final variation…“It wasn’t even the strongest.”…lands with heartbreaking weight after everything before it. Powerful and memorable piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We're all heading for that tree.
Feels like a dark spiral of thought circling tighter and tighter, where perception and reality start to blur in an uneasy echo.
There’s a grim, unsettling rhythm in it—like the mind repeating a certainty until it becomes something the world is forced to listen to.
Spot on, the mind sees the ultimate end.
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