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Five August 2009 I said I

…am forever the unchangeable knotted branch
Choking my throat
But refusing to spit myself out.

Looking back in my eyes I see I

was frustrated and tense and locked like old roots in caked soil.

Looking at me now I moved but I

am forever the knotted branch

twisting and writhing

not not not right.

Get it right get it solid

Efface uproot and flow.

I must go to the ocean and learn the antics of its soul.


Comments on: "Aptly so (poetic of today, a frustrating day)" (2)

  1. Wonderful images in this poem…so vivid…I can see the twisting branches almost as vines..a very fine poem to my mind.

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