Secrets of the Tree | Colleen Riehl
Wizened hardened
resilient
cracks upon my core
bark stripped off
left seeping.
Branches haphazardly
severed
new twigs peeping
Laden boughs drooping
eerily snooping
to hear more
First lingering kiss
under the camoflauge
of my canopy
subsequently…
with more intensity.
Gouged out in places
knotted knobs of keloid
where lovers names
within my cambium
engraved.
Immortalized!
Uninvited guests
my proximity invaded.
Subjected to
inebriated
foul
yellow tinged urine,
my dignity
compromised
Objection
not an option
I’m rooted to the ground.
I’ve heard and seen it all
Firmly yet I stand
You need not worry
upon my lofty bosom
your secrets I behold
I promise..
never..
to be told