This “poem” is an attempt to capture the feeling i have about the trees at my parents old house when i was young. The composition of the poem is poor, and it’s just a quick attempt. But above all i’m interested to know if you find that it conveys any feelings.
Dark Trees
On the score, I felt twisted.
My innards have been gnarled.
On the half-score,
I saw black trees, damp and dark.
Upon reflection, thinking of those trees,
They seemed so dead, and still,
Silhouettes on the grey sky, and empty fields.
But I can mind, the great comfort I felt,
On seeing the wind bent trees.
Perhaps it is for comfort,
That, I am twisted.