I’m up here hanging
at the end of my rope.
Just leave me; twisting,
turning while Rome is burning.
I thought branching out
would be quite fulfilling,
deeply rooted on
this limb seemed so thrilling.
But, do not dissuade me,
harangue or harass me,
I won’t hear a word; you’re
barking up the wrong tree.
Written for WE WRITE POEMS – Prompt #94: Ode To a Tree
Good stuff, this. Hoping it isn’t a true story, but …
I was just about to post my “tree” when I saw yours. I love it. Always cool endings, Walt.
ya nicely done….like the ending also…..and of course who coesnt like Yogi..thanks for this