Greenhouse Effect
by
Ki-Ana L. Tonge
Have you been watering your poet-tree lately?
The shrivel of once crispy leaves
And lifeless bending of branches are screaming,
“Feed me.:
“FEED ME!”
For my hydration is lacking
Tree trunk is blackening
Insides beginning to
Rot.
Wither..
Wilt…
Every time you neglect to pick up a pitcher and wet
Parched roots
You make way for yet another kind of pesticide to settle
Ant take roost in the hollow corridors of your talent
Bark starts to lift and chip away
Fibrous veins desiccate into
Dust
Leaves.
Falling in spring
Cuz’ life refuses to spring up from the fingertips of feeble, outstretched hands
That once sprung with head high
Beaming pride
Staring straight at the sun
Lungs,
Engorged with vitality and stomach
Rounded by the waters of your inscribed morality
You, are a poet.
Your liquefied intellect should always be steadily trickling
Tickling the throat of a fern craving to be rhetorically nourished by your thought processes’
Molecular H2o
Oh, why do you deprive your poet-tree so?
Don’t you know?
Your words are the Shui
Giving Will to the Willow’s word played soul.
A wise farmer once said,
If rhetoric’s wit yearns to stay youthful
Then give it 8 ounces
It shall stay fruitful
A minute be an ounce and the ounce build to pint
Dedicate a sole gallon every single night
And in due time,
As sure as a true farmer’s cycle follows the moon,
Your tree will flourish.
And blossom.
And bloom.
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Ki-Ana L. Tonge is a humble, outgoing, creative, and ambitious nineteen year old from St.Croix , USVI, with a love for writing. She is on a mission to be the very best she can be, and strives to make a difference with the tools and talents God has given her.
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