Look Alike

The tree would only speak when the sun was at just the right angle to see the face woven into its gnarled bark. Mira waited until she saw into its eyes clearly to ask, “Why can I ask questions only now?”

“It’s when the light makes you look most like a tree,” the oak said.

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Song Choice: I Can See Clearly - Johnny Nash

This poem was created as part of the Flash 55 for Verse Escape.

Weeping With Joy

Among the boughs of the weeping birch

she discovered how far up she could climb

and which branches supported her

as she tried to touch a cloud.

Among the boughs of the weeping birch

he discovered how green looks at dawn and at dusk,

and which other colors dipped their toes

into the emerald sea he tried to capture on paper.

Under the boughs of the weeping birch

whose leaves form a curtain

giving those who love it sanctuary,

love unites, and births new loves too.

This is the sign I carry to rallies

Song Choice: Run Away With Me from the play The Unauthorized Biography of Samantha Brown

This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Out of Standard - Signs of the Times, where we were asked to create a poem including a slogan from a protest sign and write something not political.

By Rommy Cortez-Driks