Dan Kearley Poet Shape

Tears From a Tree

I
                                              am
                                              but
                                            a tree
                                           standing
                                          quite   tall.
                                         With out any 
                                       leaves,  to shed
                                     in the fall. Standing
                                  firm, until winter comes.
                                Then I  hear  someone  say
                             "Yes, I  think  that's  the  one!"
                           Out comes the saw, and they begin
                       to cut me down. For the sake of a season,
                   I'm removed from the ground. Placed in a home
              and all frilled up. Filling my branches with shinny things,
       also a star on top. A couple of weeks later I begin to feel the pain.
   No longer getting nourishment from my roots, and my life begins to fade.
                                           I am a  simple 
                                           tree,    that  is
                                           used a couple     
                                           weeks  of   the 
                                           year.The sticky
                                           sap  you see, is 
                                           my  abundance
                                           of tears. When
                                           I hear the saw
                                           I  am  filled with 
                                           great       fear.
                                           Hoping you will
                                           plant    another
                                           tree like me, as     
                                           you take my life.
                                           For    it  is  truly 
                                           the   only  thing,
                                           that      I     feel
                                           is              right.



Danny Boy: 10-18-13 :*(

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Adeyemi Joshua August 30, 2017 at 4:39 PM Similar to concrete form.... Well written!

Scott Thirtyseven August 29, 2017 at 8:44 AM This poem dragged me in, seduced me with it's physical beauty, and left me in awe of its sentiment. Well done.

Lillie Williams February 3, 2014 at 12:15 PM WOW! What amazing power this poem has. The illustration of the tree made it perfect. It also made my heart sad because while I was reading it I put myself in the place of the tree and it really did hurt. This is an eye opener for live Christmas trees everywhere. Thanks Dan what a beautiful write.

Lionel Ledbetter October 31, 2013 at 10:40 PM Remarkable. I'm amazed, how does one come up with such an idea, and perform to this degree?

Lucilla Carrillo October 26, 2013 at 11:56 PM Danny you get a 7 for this one. I love the way you wrote this poem and also the formation of the tree. it is sad, though beautiful. I wanted to cry. I have a story of a tree. I might just post it here. It will have to be in parts. Thanks for sharing this with us..... Lucilla

The Situation October 24, 2013 at 11:52 PM The shape added to it but the tree touched me. I'll never think about getting a live tree again. This poem will always be in my mind.

Debbie Guzzi October 24, 2013 at 7:20 PM Wow! So nice to read your verse this evening. Light & Love

Karen Anglesey October 21, 2013 at 11:02 AM Great personification and Shape. A meaningful and well crafted poem.

John Castro October 19, 2013 at 8:20 PM :(

Donna Jones October 19, 2013 at 8:18 PM Totally awesome Dan....:-)

Sharon Ruebel October 18, 2013 at 4:38 PM Hello Dan, Boy, this makes me think I am glad I always have a fake tree...SMiles, well done dear poet and the shape is amazing....SMiles Shar

Anne-Lise Andresen October 18, 2013 at 3:34 PM - Have you thief looked at "my tears" in my shape poem ..... lol ..... :))) - This is really good my f.e.f. Dan!! - Shape poem is not easy to make... as you plan it .... - Have a beautiful weekend! - oxox // Anne-Lise ;/ <3 <3 <3 Dan Kearley October 18, 2013 at 4:00 PM :o) Ha,hahahaha... And we both decided to write a shape poem today? How odd? You are right... It is difficult to write a shape poem and get it just right. :o) Anne-Lise Andresen October 18, 2013 at 3:49 PM - Mind transfer..... destiny ???