Poetic Injustice

In lovely prose did Kilmer write

Impressed by an arbored delight

“I think that I shall never see,

A poem lovely as a tree.”

And in those days of poets past

The only way their words could last

Stained ink upon the wood-pressed sheaf

Paper hewn leaving homeless leaf

His words so true to his nature

But scrawled upon simple paper

How could he possibly foresee

That his beauty would fell the tree

In the boughs that held robin’s nest

A feathered friend can find no rest

Poems are made by fools, he said

But even he wanted his poems read

Fame presses on a greater need

Axe cleaves as wooded soul is freed

And I can see the irony

That “Only God can make a tree”

Comments
7 Responses to “Poetic Injustice”
  1. beth says:

    an interesting perspective on an interesting man. your words twist and turn like an old tree.

  2. A great and very interesting poem referencing an interesting man…and yes, of course, no doubt that only God can make a tree…the ultimate artist, who, like Picasso said, never cared about a style, He could create an elephant and next to it a gnat…

  3. Jim Borden says:

    I love the irony here; and I’d have to disagree with Kilmer and say that poems aren’t made by fools, but by creative geniuses…

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