Artisanal Branches

by Fleedleflump

A trunk upon an endless plain,

with bark as rough as coastal rocks,

its reach so high it grazes sky

with roots like submarines in time.

I only see the things I see

when open are my eyes,

when eyelids I can prise

with tools of understanding.

I feel the touch upon my skin

when life sees fit to flit

upon my fingers and my toes

or when I’m typing out my prose

to hear the clacking of the keys,

unlocking learning, I can seize

the lessons learnt as every day

I stumble t'ward impressions

of perspicacious need.

Ambrosia to feed.

Derogatory greed.

I germinate the seed

to grow my tree upon my back,

an everlasting tome of truth

in rings and branches, epic proof

that words can be a world.

And so, in art, I find a core belief,

a perfect faith expressed in ev'ry leaf.

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August
2022

I see inspiring things in life, and I seek to create inspiring things myself. To me, this is what faith is all about - striving to understand one's self, and one's place in existence. In short, art itself is the deity I believe in.

Mike

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My tree of poetic faith

Artisanal Branches

by Fleedleflump

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