There I stood
at worlds end.
Where the sky divides
and dark seas led.
The wind howled its mournful cry
lamenting as its friend, the fading light, died.
As the darkening corruption ascended the hill
towards a forest of trees, poised for the kill,
The snapping of branches and wilting of leaves
was the final dance to the forest’s dying screams.
Yet the last tree stood
resolute in its might.
As its branches guarded its last fruit
so bright.
So there I stood, watching it fight
knowing the tree would never see light
for it chose its purpose, on this darkest of nights.
It would guard its bright fruit
until the day that it falls.
Producing a new forest
so green it enthralls.
And when the sun rises
what sights to comprehend.
Yet I'll still be waiting here
At worlds end.
- Author: Jack Cohen (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 13th, 2021 22:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Let me know what you thought about it, or how I could improve.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 17
Comments3
I will be with you Jack at the worlds end.
Welcome to MPS
welcome to MPS Jack;
and what a start!
an outstanding write;
Hi Jack,
I think you really captured the imagery of decay in the first half of the poem, and created tension well with the contrasting imagery of life and growth with the last tree and its fruit. Make sure to have this kind of tension in your poems as it makes them interesting.
My only point of criticism is that there should be a possessive apostrophe in the 5th stanza ("forest's dying screams", not "forests dying screams").
Apart from that, great work, keep it up!
All the best,
Chloe.
Thank you!
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