ImAn Altruist

The Felling Of Chestnut Tree

Lately, I too felled my chestnut tree,
without a burring saw or a fixing winch,
but by balmy eyes and burning effrontery.

Tree-old and gnarled, a blaring galleon,
lumbered to dust; wailing, screeching
to a false lore of a powdery eon.

Clobbered to pieces, sized to desire,
twined in bundles, sold in souks,
The tree was lost in the purser’s mire.

When you heightened stakes, my soul keeled
to wager on & on the horn of plenty,
when chips fell-wanton we fouled,
wanton we felled.

My trace, my trail, my grasp, my gale,
my nub, my knit, my trenchant wit,
felled all like scales, in chestnut’s trail.

If you want more, I shan’t strut,
for Im your thrall, yet reckoned free,
but come not to my orchard for a crunchy nut,
for I’ve just felled my chestnut tree.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Poem Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

Add this poem to MyPoemList
5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about The Felling Of Chestnut Tree by ImAn Altruist

  • Gajanan MishraGajanan Mishra (4/20/2013 10:28:00 PM)

    wonderful poem, I really like it. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.

    Report Reply
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Gajanan MishraGajanan Mishra (4/20/2013 10:18:00 PM)

    good poem. I enjoyed it. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.

    Report Reply
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?