Deforestation
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I burn my old poetry.
My shame is hotter than the fire.
I think:
You cannot cut down a tree and leave the earth empty.
You cannot cut down a tree and not plant a new seed.
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Abby
Thanks for the comment! I wrote a lot of poetry when I was an angst teen that I decided I didn't want around anymore so I just got rid of it all. It was a weird moment, but not as dramatic as it seems.
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Lampyris Noctiluca
An interesting thought.
I like the fact that the seed of the poem grows into the poem itself.
There is an element of recursion that underlines the idea of re-generation.
What led you to burn your old poetry?