Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 74,458 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Antique - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


In large field, berries filled
Some spoke, of tree:
“Is nothing but some leaves.”

With short life’s memory
Talked of soil, and fertile:
“Gardner is involved.”

They named him, talk went on
They could not remember or recall
Their lives short for farmer,
First, second; more of them.

“The farmers are rulers.”
“Tree is, nothing but…
A trunk with the boughs.”

“Hey, listen, all of you…”
Said a bush in hiding:
“It has roots and fruits…”

Looked in shock, surprised
All silent, were against.

Single bush raised its voice:
“Change your hats and approach,
Look at its history; that is core
To topic that we talk; of its root”

Came thunder, bent bushes
Firm stood tree trunk upon roots.

Topic(s) of this poem: logic

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, August 28, 2015

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