Bit by bit
Clipped, ripped, lopped
One limb,
Then another
And another
And another.
Ten branches
To prune is to shape
New growth
Twenty-seven leaves
X marks the spot
Old Scratch
Insinuating
Subverting
Bending willows
Against the wind
Opposites repel
Hammer forms
Sickle cuts
Devil’s tongue
Slick salesman
Sells lemons
Buys souls
Slick illusion
Grand delusion
Where does the Eagle stand?
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
Wow!! That was unexpectedly powerful! (Cleverly composed, too.)
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Thank you 🙂 It may become a series. I think I’m going to post to Facebook too.
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You’re welcome, YES and YES!
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Powerful poem!
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Thank you!
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Love it 💕💕👌👌
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Thank you 🙂
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I am going to look forward to more of this. It’s incredibly devious. It speaks more with each reading. 💕
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That just rolled right from my pen. I hope I can keep it up 🙂
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So do I!
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