I've never seen or heard it known,
A Tree much like a Flowering Poem.
By Potant Soil sprang Shoots of Rhythm;
That Blossom long on Winter Vine.
As Centuries Old all Seeds were Sown;
From fancied Buds to Verses Grown.
With Tillowed lines on Love and Life,
Of Savoured Joy, Enduring Strife.
Those Acts we play in Stanzas made,
Form Tendrils spread on Parchment laid.
For Evergreen Blooms are Poetry's might,
Free from Autumns gaudy light,
To grow Immortal throughout the Age -
While Trees are Felled for Poetry's Page.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 8th, 2026 19:08
- Comment from author about the poem: I tend to agree with Mr Kilmer. But I thought it would be interesting to turn the Idea around.
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Comments6
A great rhyme and poem nicely done. Well written and fun to read. A fave
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the fave.
You are most welcome Kevin
There’s a graceful, almost reverent craft in this—like you’re letting poetry behave as something alive rather than written, rooted and seasonal and endlessly renewing.
And that final turn carries a quiet sting… beauty that survives on the page even as the world around it is cut down to make room for it.
Appreciate your Comments and Reading this . Thank you.
Kevin, what a thoughtful and imaginative piece. The extended relationship between growth, creation, and poetry is carried beautifully throughout, giving the poem both warmth and depth. It celebrates not only the act of writing, but the enduring life that words can take on once released into the world. This really moved me, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. I tried to Imagine a Poem like a Tree: Buds , Blossoms etc . Thanks for Reading and the fave.
Spun on its head, no idea is laid to bed!
well done - enjoyed the read..
Thank you. Appreciate your time Reading it.
my pleasure..
take care.
You've been busy while I've been AWOL, haven't You? And buried deep among the short funnies I happen upon this. The name Kilmer provoked no flash of recognition, until I found the poem, when I realised I'd known it nearly all my life. I enjoyed this worthy plus to his idea, not to forget the twist in your tale... or tail, take your pick.
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