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”


18 Responses to “Poetic Injustice”
  1. What a beautiful poem for the start of autumn. We are blessed to have the many products we take for granted without ever paying homage to the life taken away in order to get them. Thank you for the reminder!

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Most beautiful Brad!

  3. I remember first taking notice of poetry when I encountered that Kilmer poem in 8th grade. I love what you did with it!

  4. 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…

  5. kristianw84 says:

    Oh, the beautiful irony!

  6. petespringerauthor says:

    Great point to recognize the irony of it all.

  7. jonicaggiano says:

    This is so lovely Brad. 🤗Jonikins

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