Word of the Day Poem: Apocryphal – of doubtful authorship or authenticity

Below the Arbor

Enlighten me

and illuminate the branch
on the tree of tale.

Tear off the leaves and show me
the apocryphal nature of nuance
the white-washed love of words

And crucify the poet,
their hands and feet nailed to the trunk
of this maple

in hopes the blood of the cluttered mind
and soul
gives way to the sap of wisdom and practicality
to become one.


Talk at me while I eat

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