Poetic Injustice



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In lovely prose did Kilmer write

Impressed by an arbored delight

“I think that I shall never see,

A poem lovely as a tree.”

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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

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His words so true to his nature

But scrawled upon simple paper

How could he possibly foresee

That his beauty would fell the tree

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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

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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”

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Comments
9 Responses to “Poetic Injustice”
  1. Jim Borden says:

    Perhaps today, Kilmer would only release such a poem in Kindle format 🙂

  2. beth says:

    beautiful, beautiful irony. I used to peel the bark off of the white birches in our yard when growing up and would write on them as my paper. I wish I still had one of these scrawlings. and – we didn’t have to sacrifice the tree for my folly. the trees survived in spite of me.

  3. Yes, you are so right, only God can make a tree and then come humans to destroy them. Beautiful words my friend!

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