If one finds oneself
In the human condition
But never tries
Over lifetimes
To break free from
The self-created prison
Cell
Live one's unique potential
Totally and completely
Eventually, does that make
One a candidate
To be hewn down
Like a tree that was found
To never bring forth good fruit
And be cast leaf, branch, and root
Into the fire?
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees. Every tree therefore which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down and cast into the fire.” Luke 3:9
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Comments5
Hopefully we all will bring forth some fruit, even sour fruits have their place, I love lemonaid. Nicely written
Indeed. A sour fruit is living it's potential!
There's plenty of foliage.
For sure. Mineral, plant, animal, human, aingel.
Wonderful poem that speaks much truth. Pruning is an act of love and helps us grow into who we were created to be. Bravo, friend! 🌹👏
Thanks, Tristan. Indeed, an act of love. Here's to more growth!
I guess it is the mix of fruits that makes the world go round, enjoyed the read
The seeds are outnumbering the fruits by a long way! Thanks for dropping by.
You are very welcome
Uhoh. I dearly hopes not. Where you perpetually amuse me, now you've up and frightened me soundly. Excellently rendered with perfect imagery and a grimly haunting poignancy, thank you very much for sharing, good Sir.
You're welcome.
I scare myself somedays thinking about the abyss!
I'd like to give it a miss.
I'd better reach up for the sun.
Sure is a lot more fun!
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