Tag: Poetry

Under a Weeping Willow

I rested under a weeping willow. Its trunk was thick and twisted its leaves swayed in the breeze on supple branches upheld by stronger limbs above twisted too and content to be hidden. For A Photo a Week Challenge – Twisted. ~ Susanne

The Clipped Ear ~ by Benji

I don’t know why they clipped my ear, I¬†wasn’t born this way; It makes me different from the rest, A badge of my dismay. Despite the cut I’m still the same, I haven’t changed within; The wildness they had hoped to cure Still lurks…

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