The Banana Tree on Austin Blvd.

This poem is in a working progress. I wrote it for my Creative Writing Poetry class I’m taking this semester. Its’ been a while since I’ve posted a poem and I thought this would be a great opportunity. I think I might make a sister post to this one about my progress of editing it or fixing the poem. In the meantime, I will post the first draft here. I hope you enjoy!


She drinks soup from my purple cup,

beneath my spiderweb shadows.

Skipping to my neighbor’s arm she sees

three unborn, humming in blue.

Curious hands look for my bloom,

But I have failed abundance.

Every day she visits

and hides from herself.

I finally die.


The fruit of my memories bring crescents,

That company her shadows.

This time of her life has passed.




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