RootsNoRoots

I ripped them up, those roots of mine,
the ones they planted deep in time.
I ripped them up, those roots of mine,
and tore them all to shreds.

I sewed myself a tapestry
depicting roots of big strong trees.
I sewed myself a tapestry
then ripped out all the threads.

I painted then a vivid dream
of lakes and oceans, rivers, seas.
I painted then a vivid dream
and water set me free.

No roots in water, flowing by
reflecting open, big blue skies.
No roots in water, flowing by
to sweep me up in glee.

I drop my anchor now and then,
in rootless waters play pretend.
I drop my anchor now and then
for temporary roots.

And soon I know I’ll go back where
my ripped up roots are buried there.
And soon I know I’ll go back there
to dig up old dried fruits.


Day 4 of NaPoWriMo.
Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Tuesday prompt. (I’m using the prompt a day late!)

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Image from “You Are Here,” a coloring book by Jenny Lawson

2 thoughts on “RootsNoRoots

    1. Thank you!! I find myself using repetition a lot for poems with a certain bent to them…. I’m glad it works!

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