Growth, Overgrowth, Undergrowth Poem by Lee Ann Schaffer

Growth, Overgrowth, Undergrowth

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</>A vine grew up around me.
It sounds fantastical, I know, but
It's true.
At first I liked it:

The way the little tendrils
Sneaked around my feet,
Encircled my ankles, and
Slid around my calves.

It tickled me as it laced
Around my thighs and
Crept through crevices to
Course over my torso.

Now it has wrapped round my neck,
And the little, sweet tendrils
Shoot in other directions,
Seeking other climbing places.

Standing there, I'd forgotten that
Those tender tips become
Strong and binding vines
That clinch ever tighter.

Ensnared.
Trapped.
I feel that I can not move.
Oh, I know that I can.

All I would have to do is
Take
One
Powerful step.

Gradually, I could pull it all apart.
Emerge.
Myself.
Free again.

The vine,
However,
Would
Die.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rusty Daily 19 March 2005

Lee Ann What a tremdous metaphor. Rusty

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Stephanie Anderson 18 March 2005

Another great poem! !

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William Mae 17 March 2005

I love this poem, sometimes we let things go on thinking it is innocent, until the day we have to sever ourselves from it. then the choices get hard. a fantastic poem,

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Lee Ann Schaffer

Charleston, South Carolina, US
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