Amera Andersen

(12/03/81 / New Jersey)

A Tree in the City


A million souls have passed her by
and felt her beauty brush the sky.
Her life was spared to beautify
and so her boughs appear to cry.

She stands alone to justify,
surrounding walls that amplify
polluted echoes that belie
and so her boughs appear to cry.

One in a million will descry
injustice and the reason why
a single tree does not apply
and so her boughs appear to cry.

A million souls have passed her by
and so her boughs appear to cry.

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Author Notes:
Kyrielle Sonnet in monorhyme.

I created this with the intention of amplifying the intensity and the speed of the poem as it progresses hence; the stop in S1, the pause in S2 and no punctuation in S3. Try reading it out loud and see if I was successful.

Submitted: Friday, May 23, 2008
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