Long Live the Tree – Poem by Diane Webster

Poetry by Diane Webster

Sun-bleached log fell
as full-fledged, live tree,
but no one heard.

It laid like dead dinosaur
decomposing leaves and bark
into bony spine shape
scavengers scrapped
like toothpick spit out
on parking lot pavement.

Tree awaits discovery,
awaits display
in diorama museum,
awaits pretend leaves
to awe pointing patrons
like embalmed body
encased in glass.

About the Poet

Diane Webster’s goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life or nature or an overheard phrase. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in “the Aurorean,” “Word Fountain,” “River Poets Journal” and other literary magazines.

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