A spark in the dark it beckons with its call
Among the ash a tiny flash, a memory to recall
Once a blaze now in haze in oblivion soon to fall
In despair it calls for air smoke raises in a scrawl
In its spell, it did tell its story to me
It did show that long ago it was a mighty tree
Once a seed among the weed it grew by degree
Until it fell under age's spell victim of apathy
Its soul a glowing coal, dying words rose in smoke
Embers of wood hard a small shard of broken oak
A sound profound from roots of ground words spoke
From a tree burned something learned be content with life's yoke
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: October 27th, 2024 04:56
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
Life’s yolk, YES! Our lot is quite a think to deal with from day to day. Just this morning a breakfast egg flew off the “egg perch” in the fridge door, the white splattered against the kitchen counter but the yolk remained whole from the glancing impact; the yolk of the yolk or was that yoke?
Ya caught me Cryptic yes you are right my spelling and dwindling mind got the best of me it should be yoke but I guess yolk works to some extent. Thanks so much for the read and I made the change.
it only takes something miniscule a micro-second to undo what it has taken a millennium to nurture ..
Thanks Neville yes I found it out many times years of work can be undone in an instant. But such is life.
Such a mighty majestuous tree...Embers !
Thanks Lorenz it is all a mighty circle be content with the moment..
A poignant poem. You reminded me that memories are indeed very precious 👏
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read
Having just had lunch with one of my most favourite people in my life who has recently been diagnosed with a type of dementia that also takes her eye sight, this is so very much appreciated today dear friend, memories we have so many and today we made yet another. Thank you my dear sorrenbarret 🌹 💙
Thank you Teddy for the review and most kind words they are most appreciated. Wishing you the rest of a wonderful day
The Wizard of Rhyme strikes again.
Thanks for the read Dan can't help it with me the poem starts with the rhyming words, well not always but most of the time. A type of tourette syndrome.
Super words soren, trees are so important in our lives with Nature.
Andy
Thank you Gold yes everything has its place and trees are one of my favorite things.
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