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.

Song Choice: I Can See Clearly - Johnny Nash

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

  1. hedgewitchSeptember 29, 2017 at 1:52 PM

    This is just perfect, Rommy. You are excellent at this short form, and make 55 words seem like 55 pages(all of them the 'can't wait to turn them' kind) Thanks so much for playing, and for showing us how it's done in such a very engaging way. Oh, and please have a kickass weekend if you possibly can.

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    1. RommyOctober 7, 2017 at 5:45 PM

      I'm glad I was able to present a satisfying offering.

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  2. Steve KingSeptember 29, 2017 at 4:33 PM

    I often wonder which side of the looking glass we're really on, and who's hiding on the other side. An interesting take on reality/identity. And the nature of questioning.
    Steve K.

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  3. Magaly GuerreroSeptember 29, 2017 at 8:03 PM

    That thinking look is pure glory, isn't it?

    Love her name.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 2, 2017 at 8:24 AM

    I'm rapturous! This is perfect.

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