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I am a reed
rooted in sand swaying easily at the slightest breeze Too weak to stand up to a battering wind, I bend and surrender, longing to be more like a tree, purposeful, steadfast But a reed cannot wish itself an oak – I depend on you to shelter me from the uprooting wind, not to tire of holding my slender leaves, to save me from my own weak nature: too easily bending in any direction without you to hold me upright
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Daniel von der EmbseDaniel von der Embse was born and raised in Ohio, and graduated from Ashland University with a B.A. degree in Theatre. He writes poetry and also has a long career as a copywriter for ad agencies in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Seattle and San Francisco. His poems appear in The Missing Slate, The Blue Hour, The Harpoon Review, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Poetry Quarterly and others. |
