“Adrift”
Sometimes my branch sticks out more,
and it gets lonely.
Although, I’m first to touch the sun,
I’m also first to feel the wind and rain.
People passing by take turns swatting at me.
Drops of water settle on my upturned leaves,
and I study the many reflections.
Until, the air changes,
and my bloom falls away.
My core remains unchanged, just more bare.
I’ve traveled a bit more outward,
while trying to reach the sun.
The others are following my lead,
but remain conservative.
I know that I will be first to feel the cold settle in deep,
and the first to gather loosely falling snowflakes.
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Published by Christopher Hickey
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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This is a classic here. Powerful poem, brilliant metaphor. It really sounds like it comes from a really deep well
Hadn’t realized how deep until I was finished. Deeper still, I think. Thank you 😊
Brilliant work.
Thank you, again. I’m looking through your work now. I’m enjoying what I’m reading so far.
Thank you. Now I’m all nervous. Lol