Emily Dickinson's Tree #NaPoWriMo Day 19

Shadow paints the grass, darker

Locks itself inside the grey
which whispers insistently "stay small"

I wonder, sometimes, what would have happened
If you had let yourself out more?
Would your specialness have been vacuumed

from your words or would it have been
magnified? We'll never know, ofcourse.
But I sit beside this tree, one of

your trees and I stare into the
shadow it leaves and I think
about you

Comments

[Derrick]

But the shadow looms large. I like the idea this gave you, Julie.

[Julie Jordan Scott]

Yes, it does. It is an incredible shadow! I love Emily Dickinson and while I was at her home, I got this strong sense of... "What if?" even as I know it doesn't matter, what matters is the WHAT IS... and in my own life, I need to step into the question more... almost at Emily's nudging, the tree's shadow or insistence. (I am feeling like I am writing gobbledy gook!)