Poetic Injustice
written by: Brad Osborne
In lovely prose did Kilmer write
Impressed by an arbored delight
“I think that I shall never see.
A poem lovely as a tree.”
And in those days of poets past
The only way their words could last
Stained ink upon the wood-pressed sheaf
Paper hewn leaving homeless leaf
His words so true to his nature
But scrawled upon simple paper
How could he possibly foresee
That his beauty would fell the tree
In the boughs that held robin’s nest
A feathered friend can find no rest
Poems are made by fools, he said
But even he wanted his read
Fame presses on a greater need
Axe cleaves as wooded soul is freed
And I can see the irony
That “Only God can make a tree”
MARCH 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH / 2021 AUTHOR OF THE YEAR at Spillwords.com
The author is American-born but world-travelled. His writings cover fiction and non-fiction, and cross most genres. Although his experiences and shared thoughts are not always unique, it is his hope that his words will bring comfort, joy, or insight to his readers.
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