I held the discarded piece of bark
That found its way to shore
Hardly staying together
Rotted and wilting
As flaccid as paper
And ten times as useless
Just skin that’s been shed by a tree
And left to decay at the river’s mercy
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
I held the discarded piece of bark
That found its way to shore
Hardly staying together
Rotted and wilting
As flaccid as paper
And ten times as useless
Just skin that’s been shed by a tree
And left to decay at the river’s mercy