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Bonsai Poem, written by Laura Grace

Laura Grace is a Mass Communications Major, avid gardener, poetry writer, photographer, and wife & mother of two daughters and a pet bird.


I am looking in

or looking out

Within an endless dreamscape

I loose perspective...

I loose myself.

I feel so small and so immense

Submerged, under this vast

Diminutive tree…

I am the protagonist

In this non-rehearsed play

Of unspoken words.

I am the creator

Of this landscape of thoughts

That come and go

Under the shade of an oak

That could be a hundred years old

But it is a newborn to me

That gives me hope.

I sit next to a rock and

I hear my thoughts…

What does it all mean

Am I too big

Or the tree too small.

I don’t want to leave

This tiny world...

I created for me

For me and my thoughts.

As I get older

My tree gets shorter

I loose myself

I feel even smaller.

The curtains close

The landscape is gone

I don’t want to leave

This tiny world...

But the thoughts stay with me

I find my ground

The show is not over

But I must leave now.

by Laura Grace

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