Green sprout, easily bent
grows rigid, as a tree
Changing its course
so much effort spent
shaping into desired beauty
All said and done, you think you've won
but no matter what you see
for all changes made under the sun
it's still a tree
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: November 16th, 2024 06:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 65
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, Teddy.15, Neilton, Cassie58
Comments12
Ah the beloved bonsai! And I am not going to lie, this gave me nostalgic memories of Pat Morita as Mr. Myagi! That aside and on its own, this pays the little tree, and the care put into it, a wonderful tribute. Well done, friend!
Some say we are molded by the enviornment others say genetics most say a blend of the two. And so the poem. Thank you so much for the read
Indeed, the beautiful tree makes a splendid metaphor!
Stunted by intention pure at its core.
Thanks Cryptic for the read and comment it is most appreciated and valued. Yes pure intentions can stunt growth.
It is more than just a tree,
it remains all the images you see.
Each time you look at the tree it still be,
new visions your mind does see.
Ah so true things are what we see them to be. Thanks so much for the review and comment it is truely appreciated
A fine write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi it is most appreciated
I see a very special tree that brings peace yet is really hard to grow and to keep therefore defeating the peace lol I have very recently learnt how to grow orchids. Beautiful as ever dearest sorrenbarret 🌹 could also be metaphor for humans 💙
Thank you, Teddy. I am intrigued with your interpretation and find it. It fits well thank you so much for your read and for your kind words.
Lovely. A miniature tree. Just because it is small, it doesn’t take away from its worth and its beauty. Some very nice things come in small packages. I love these trees. All that stunted growth producing something so visually beautiful and it can grow indoors.
Thank you, Cassie. I appreciate you taking the time to read this poem and for your most kind words of interpretation they are deeply appreciated.
I have a thing about bonsai .. it is of course just another passion .. and can take over one's life .. deceiving little bugga's too, just when you think one may have died on ya .. it may spring into life again ..
Thank you Neville. Yes, I do enjoy bonsai. I have one that I have had for over 50 years and it was 30 years old when I got it. I have had others that just haven’t made it but this one just seems to hang on and on. thank you for the read, I appreciate it
This is a great poem. Short and sweet. The truth is though I don't think Bonsai is about the tree much at all. I think it allows the gardener to get away from his nagging wife for some quality time.
That may well be true but what about the person that is a bonsai? Thanks for the read and comment it is appreciated
For me it is tree by name only. Different entirely. Love and admire both.
Bonsai, well maintained by an expert and with plenty of age is fascinating and right up there with high end art.
A tree, perhaps an old English oak, a majestic gum tree (eucalyptus) has power and majesty.
Your poem made me sort this out, Soren.
Thanks Dave and so it is with people as well the same only by name are they what they are by enviornment or biology? Thanks so much for the read and comment they are always appreciated
Nature or nurture, as the argument goes... no argument - a combination of both....... The only debate is one of degree.
Take it easy - see ya later....
So true, I used to grow bonsai many, many years ago.
Andy
Thanks Andy your comments are most appreciated and valued. I have grown them too.
the eyes of the poet see a beautiful object - and so many ideas sprout forth about it - yes , like the tree we try to mold things into the shape we desire, but ultimately nature has the last laugh, and it will grow as it is destined to be.
lovely write, keep it coming
Thank you so much you captured the meaning and yes, things are what they are. Have a wonderful day.
Yes and you are still you, I am still me. Almost a prophesy, certainly wise.
Thank you, Dan for reading this poem and for yes you’re understanding. It is deeply appreciated and valued. Have a wonderful day.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.