Seed of a Lie

No more than meager words were said, the size of parsley seeds, that’s all... The weight they held, with roots that spread now grows a tree ten stories tall The size of parsley seeds, that’s all... although we tried to make amends now, grows a tree ten stories tall. And digs its roots, without an end Although we tried to make amends, the cross-grained knot that scars the wood,... now digs its roots without an end We'd cut it down, if chance we could The cross-grained knot that scars the wood can't be erased or disappear We'd cut it down if chance we could A lie once told, cannot come back Lies spread their limbs and reappear The weight they held, with roots that spread a lie once told, cannot come back No more than meager words were said ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Pantoum poem Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper