I am a flower in an open field,
shielded from sunlight by a lone tree.
Taking the brunt of light while I healed,
She worked hard to keep me free.
Then, one day the spore of a fungus floated by,
Landed on her flesh when it wasn’t dry.
Began to grow and form a mold,
It’s tiny roots beginning to take hold.
The tree used to look down at me with a kind smile,
Promising she’d be here for now and a while,
Saying that the field is mine to grow
Even after she grows to go.
The fungus continued to spread,
Leeching life and taking breath.
The tree started to feel ill,
Making me wonder what was nature’s will.
While the fungus continued to stay,
The grass at her feet,
A particularly strong weed,
Began to grow and entwine
This tree like a vine.
The tree protected the grass just as she did for me
However, the grass grew too much unlike me.
The grass grew closer and closer to the tree,
While I wilted in misery.
The tree promised me the future ahead,
But in the end, she chose the weed instead.
She gave the plant wealth and health from her body,
While the I was left as a nobody.
Unable to fend for myself in this world,
Losing my protector, where will I go?
I will still miss the tree
But I wished she still cared for me.
Had to get some things off my chest and I thought the best way would be to do it in poetry. Don't worry, I am otherwise fine despite the rather depressing story in the poem. I can be somewhat of a drama queen.
Wow, dude, this is amazing. And I'm glad to took time to lift the burden of your chest. What is written is either an extension or expression of the soul, and I think that's why, your poem connects well with me, and I'm sure with others too.
Despair not, for impermanence is the nature of life,
But such is its nature, that some of choose to strive,
To be better, to be proud, to be just, to be kind,
To let go of ill-will, to strengthen the mind.
I know you find your way, heck, you probably know where it is,
And you know even in the first few steps, you will find bliss,
Truth be told, sometimes, lonely will be your walk,
Tougher it will be, when you reach a fork.
In those times of uncertainly, retrace your steps,
You've gone through a lot, that you must accept,
And in a distance, if you strain your eyes to see,
A symbol of good, faith and just, you will see that tree.
Haven't written poetry for a while, mainly coz rhyming can be a bitch, but I'll never settle for one that isn't.
Chin up, chief. Tree's watching over.
Awesome reply, in poetry too @maverickfoo! Oh my, your inspiring poetry is also applicable to me. :p
Man, you also super God-given-multi-talented too! May you and William be blessed abundantly in all ways and for always. Amen!
Sadly, I'm a melancholic writer, and some of my best pieces usually leave me emotionally drained. Gift and a curse?
Wow, your poem is great! Beautiful stuff. Very strong. You have a lot of control over the language. Yeah, poetry is an extension of the soul and it is a great way to know a person. Thanks for that lovely poem!
Sean, here's what the tree will say to you:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
-- by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)
P.S. As Aunty @lianmok wrote and I add on, there are many trees looking out for you Sean. Short as I am, I am one of the trees you can always count on. Remember the song I dedicated to you, Joshua and Josephine? All of you were very young then...
Here's a gentle reminder. Listen to this song:
Thank you for sharing that lovely poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye :) Thanks for your kind words and thoughts :)
Good poem that! And it’s good to hear you are OK:)
Yeah, just working through some mild issues and really just needed to let it out. Thanks for your kind words.
Beautiful poem although it's such a sad one. Stay strong Sean knowing that there are many trees out there to protect you.
Thank you :)
your poetry best part and my fav(While the fungus continued to stay,
The grass at her feet,
A particularly strong weed,
Began to grow and entwine
This tree like a vine.)
Stay strong @tadstrange
Thanks :)