Trees Like Me
take my head I will live I bloom yearly producing sweet fruit Leo the late bloomer my graying hair dyed auburn trying to stay limber and fit keeping my straight rows in perspective enjoying the companionship of friends delicate root system, tread softly complicated integrated rough, dry emollient free built rugged for long life never showing loss frizzy hair day resting place autumn stout Double Etheree ©Marsha Ingrao 2022
An etheree poem consists of ten lines with an increasing number of syllables, created twenty years ago my a man named Etheree Taylor Armstrong. (poor guy) The first line is a one-syllable word; the second line has two syllables, continuing until the tenth line which has ten syllables. Taking it back down to one syllable makes the poem a double etheree.
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