Up A Tree

I've sat up a tree for days and no-one noticed.
Neither the few who wandered underneath,
Nor the even fewer who should have cared.
Enough to realise I was missing!
And no-one came searching.
Time has no meaning, when the bark is pressing
Into the base of your spine.
And trees don't have cushions!
After the first hours, you only know you are there
Because you can't feel your feet.
Only for the first day
Do you experiment with positions.
And soon, the fitful plucking of close leaves
That catch your attention,
Leaves around you a womb.
And no-one said, "Have you seen her?"
Though they'll ask if you did, pretty soon.
They like their gossip.
And no-one said, "Do you think we hurt her?"
They never do.
I came down, because they weren't worth the dying.
Late at night, on the other side.
I climbed the fence, and kept on walking;
They might still think me there, 
Waiting,
But I no longer stay miles behind.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 24th Apr 2021 18:54

Thank you John 🌷

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John Coopey

Sat 24th Apr 2021 09:23

Powerful imagery, Aviva.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 23rd Apr 2021 15:40

Thank you for your comment Keith. 🌷

I also know and have used the expression of being (or being at risk of being) up a creek without a paddle. Usually for an unpleasant and risky situation that will be without an easy means to get out of, but I can see how it could be used for isolating and confusing situations too.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem 💐

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keith jeffries

Fri 23rd Apr 2021 11:27

A poem which reflects abandonment and isolation which can be a hurtful time as it creates an intense loneliness. We are undeniably social creatures and when abandoned we realise the need for others more urgently than usual. I often use the expression of being up the creek without a paddle when I feel lost and out of touch.

A poem of real descriptive writing
Thank you for this

Keith

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