POETRY WITH NARRATION
Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)
a free verse poem


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</a><i> is a poet and nature writer. If you enjoyed this spoken word poem you may also enjoy some of her other works (with audio)such as:</i></p><div id="d49c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/for-the-eyes-of-god-and-birds-3696dcbac27a"> <div> <div> <h2>For the Eyes of God and Birds</h2> <div><h3>A free verse promise — I will write a poem.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*AdVpGNEIXHtwJD4Uxhpg_A.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="dfc5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://psiloveyou.xyz/on-a-sunday-visit-210f46b51138"> <div> <div> <h2>On a Sunday Visit</h2> <div><h3>a free verse poem on those moments that stay with you</h3></div> <div><p>psiloveyou.xyz</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*Adgsztk4kfYAFwEYB1E88w.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>
i have been a flower in a tree. i have been so high up, no one could see the immeasurable me, the impetuous me
the always, always superfluous me
this is what happens when a tree has its leaves on upside down, when the roots don’t grow underground
and the rain goes up instead of down
the birds fall dizzied from their skies gumballs float and swirl and helix themselves right up and into me
can’t you see? i did not ask to be me — to spend my life among the bees
i have been a core and colorful whore, a generous whorl of magenta lace and edge — i reach downward towards sky
Christina Ward 💗 is a poet and nature writer. If you enjoyed this spoken word poem you may also enjoy some of her other works (with audio)such as: