Do you see how the nail takes the blow so the roof doesn't fall on those below
How the anvil sings with each strike, so that none will know of its pain or dislike
Did you see the timber in the mine holding the rock, the man that holds his tongue and talk
A woman frail and mild, now as a mother, gives her life to save her child
Mushrooms in protective shade of a tree, that suffers storm and heat's degree
Sharpened, a knife's loss to a file, now becomes its owner's gain and smile
The spike that holds the rail, so not to derail a train, all this to save others from accident and pain
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Most engaging read Soren🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks Cryptic, something different. Appreciate the read and comment
Different is also good as in here 🙏🏻🕊️
A beautifully crafted reflection on selflessness—quiet strength shown through vivid, humble imagery.
Thank you Salvia for your read and understanding. Your support is always valued
A wonderful essay on the virtue of sacrifice.So many ways inanimate objects suffer for the common good.This could be taken as a metaphor for the human experience.For examples in War time.
Thank you David for your read and valued comment yes quiet sacrifice is the most powerful
There are so many ways to protect and preserve. Often it is our own pain that develops us into those roles for others. Becoming bolder, stronger, sharper, selfless… all to try to keep others from accident and pain. A beautiful snapshot of life, Soren. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks so much MD I deeply appreciate the read and comment. The statistics tell that most Victoria Cross winners and medal of honor winners are oldest sons of widowed mothers or care givers for families in their childhood, those that learn that taking care of others supersedes their own needs.
Nice piece of writing.👍🏼
Thank you John your words of support are highly valued
What a beautifully expressed poem!The rhyme is perfect
Thank you so much Neiton for the read and most kind words of support. Have missed you for a while now along with some others that have gone missing.
Superb work.
Thank you so much 'Thomas for your read. Your comment is always valued
Well written,The comparison between a mother’s sacrifice and natural elements illustrates deeper meanings of care and protection.
The poem aims to highlight the importance of recognizing and valuing the sacrifices made by others, encouraging a deeper appreciation for the often-overlooked contributions that sustain communities and relationships.
Thank you so much Friendship for the review and interpretation. Well done the veil is not too thick on this one. Appreciation of those we discover and respect for those we don't even know about.
So very powerful dear sorrenbarret. Most enjoyed this. 🌹
Thank you Teddy your reads are most anticipated and appreciated
The metaphors for selfless sacrifice are excellent. I could feel the blow,, hear the anvil swing, this is a glorious poem with fantastic use of metaphor and imagery! Well done, Soren! 🌹👏
Thanks Tristan appreciate the review and comment.
You are welcome, my friend!
Intriguing and very true words soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy for the review and kinds words they are most appreciated
in my opinion Soren, one of your finest pieces of work I have read;
Superb!
Thank you so much Melvin for reading this piece. Your words are deeply motivating and most valued
Sacrifice precedes success! Amazing message!
Thank you so much NinjaGirl for the read and most kind and supportive words
Of course!
yes, i see humans also in the same shape, and thank God for all of the above.
beautifully expressed
Thank you Nafisa for your read and interpretation it is always most appreciated
glad to read your poems always - gives me lot to ponder about
keep them coming
You have a rare mind that sees hidden things, fleeting occurrences, the connection between things... In short you have vision.
**VISION. A great poet has spiritual insight and can see truths that others do not. Poets have, in moments of vision, the power of understanding, by a kind of instinct, things, their qualities and the relations between them, which ordinary people cannot see. All true poetry is the product of vision or imagination, for it is the expression of it. The poet idealises the real. There is suggestiveness in great poetry. It suggests or implies much more than it says.**
--Wren & Martin : "HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH GRAMMAR AND COMPOSITION." (Revised by Prasada Rao). New Delhi : S. Chand & Co., 1994. (Reprinted 1994). (Full acknowledgements are made).
Thank you so much for your most kind words of support and encouragement.
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