To me, the tree always seemed lonely,
the gaping hole in the leaves above.
And for that tree I wanted one thing only:
a treehouse to be filled with love.
As a kid it was my greatest desire
to rein, up in the whispering leaves.
For so long my passion was a great fire
and why I’d pretend, hiding high in the eaves.
Alas, I never got my own treehouse,
a place where I could always be free.
Instead I would play with the field mouse
and all the creatures that would come to me.
Now, fully grown, that tree seems less gloomy
‘cause that hole seems a whole lot less roomy.
This poem is awesome. you did an excellent job writing from a child like prospective and showing the wonderment and whimsy of a child's thoughts
ReplyDeleteI love this, I think its really cute and it's perfectly done.
ReplyDeleteI'm really digging the personification in this. I think it helps to set the tone of the poem.
ReplyDeleteYou know I love this poem. I like how you start with the tree and end with the tree, despite the time that has gone by.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem because it brings me back to childhood fantasies that I had that never got fulfilled. It's nice to have a memory jogger like this sometimes. The form of a sonnet also works well for this as it makes it flow nicely, which I find I like in poems like this. Nice work!
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