What will you see as you read this surreal poem? How does it make you feel?
As men, disguised oak trees, detach, The snow clings to the roots of fire. Flicker of white, a battle match, As men, disguised oak trees, detach. A rooftop Juliet of thatch. The lyric flakes - a soothing lyre. As men, disguised oak trees, detach, The snow clings to the roots of fire.
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.