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Patterns of Growth: Patterns of Decay<\/strong><\/p>\n Beneath the weight of stolen love the main <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0Herb Kauderer<\/strong> is an associate professor of English at Hilbert College, and holds an MFA from Goddard College.\u00a0 He has had eight chapbooks of poetry published, most recently The Book of Answers.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Patterns of Growth: Patterns of Decay Beneath the weight of stolen love the main branch splinters, & the stranger takes fruit newly in reach.\u00a0 The bough holds tight.\u00a0 He pulls it free without regard or care for any pain. The tree will not acknowledge the new stain nor yet admit its stolen […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8399","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8399","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8399"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8399\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8403,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8399\/revisions\/8403"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbranch splinters, & the stranger takes fruit newly
\nin reach.\u00a0 The bough holds tight.\u00a0 He pulls it free
\nwithout regard or care for any pain.
\nThe tree will not acknowledge the new stain
\nnor yet admit its stolen kiss was guilty.
\nDenied the nurturing of family
\nthe branch attempts to drink support from rain
\nand sun, but gains no solace from the meal.
\nConspiring, nature hides the gaping sore
\nbehind a screen of leaves, but no lush wall
\nof spreading green can mend what will not heal.
\nThe wounded limb\u2019s remains can do no more
\nthan seek a lower height from which to fall.<\/p>\n