Had a tree that died inside all its leaves fallen
Once with pride defied nature's tide no longer to release its pollen
Bark on its side did provide for bromeliads rooting
Hard to be pried from its hide a corpse looting
Let's agree from parasites you can't flee, once they've begun
And so the key to be free when day is done
is clean the debris that you see, leave none
So it be as with the tree, for all of us each and every one
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I see two very important meanings to this poem, I see the soul of a person and a soul of a tree. Wonderful 🌹
Thank you my friend for the read and interpretation it is again most appreciated.
This is a wonderfully constructrd piece.There is a great metaphor in the fallen tree.I see the secret to freedom is get rid of "debris" or things we don't need, An enjoyable clever poem.Well done
Thank you David for your intuitive interpretation. Indeed I have never felt more free than after getting rid of virtually everything.
Oh to be truly free, indeed!🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks Cryptic such freedom comes only with death and even then I'm not sure. Thanks so much for the read and words of support
That peaks the interest in passing on; making it less daunting, the closer it get as well.🙏🏻🕊️
Your words weave nature’s truth with haunting grace—
a stark reminder to shed what decays, leaving no trace.
Your most poetic review is deeply appreciated my friend. Indeed as it is with the physical so with the psychological and spiritual. Shedding as in snakes is in nature itself. And so is death.
A powerful metaphor about decay and the need to let go of what clings to us - quietly thought-provoking and beautifully written.
Indeed you have grasped it Salvia letting go of possessions, desires, thoughts, emotions are what free. Gautama Buda so preached as did Christ. Buda sat under a tree as Christ hung from one.
To be free we have to discard all the rot around us and the debris of our life's, a very positive message, may take a bit of time!!!, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for your read and constant support it is most appreciated. Have been a hoarder all of my life and never felt more free than when I got ride of all but memories
You are very welcome
Well written, the tree symbolizes individuals and their struggles with internal and external forces. This poem serves as a poignant reminder to me of the inevitability of decay in life and the importance of self-reflection and cleansing in regaining one's vitality and freedom from negative influences. It offers a philosophical perspective on personal growth and resilience.
Thank you Friendship for your read and interpretation it is most valuable to me. We all have debris physical and mental to get rid of
Good write SB. I see some trees with rot or leaning over. Must have strong roots so as not to come crashing down.
A joke now (argh): What is brown and green, and if it fell on you out of a tree, would kill you? Nope, not a branch - but a snooker table! heehee.
I felt that...LOL Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and kind words I can always use a laugh
Of course it was eccentric me playing snooker with KP up a tree - who else?! lol.
Right on cue, let's table the issue before every body leaves.
Powerful work.
Thank you Thomas appreciate it
This reminded me of the Dutch Elm Disease that wiped out all the chestnut trees in the U.S. They died from the inside out, became a hollowed-out trunk and nothing else. Can we try to save our natural environment?
- Phil A.
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated. I don't know about our natural environment but we certainly need to do better about taking care of ourselves. We carry too much debris and parasites with us.
Reminds me that though the individual (tree) died, it hosted how many birds, how many bromeliads, how many insects? Did the micorrhizae underground connect its roots to another tree so that hormonal "tree talk" could take place. How much carbon did the tree sequester out of our air? How much oxygen did it give us in return? It lives on through its gifts that made this world continue on. Not bad for a tree that is no more! Love the poem!!
Brilliant! Indeed it did and you carried the metaphor farther than the poem. We too do the same. Thanks so much for the read and comment it means a lot
Interesting take on things. Nice work.
John
Thank you John it is appreciated
So much to be seen in these words soren but we must realise that even from death life arises.
Andy
All is a circle life is no exception. Thanks for the read and reassuring comment Andy it is most appreciated.
Freedom. If only we could all be free of the things that plague us, that eat us from the inside out, that feed off of us but never return sustenance. This poem surely helps one see the NEED for such freedom and, potentially, how to attain. That said, those pesky parasites and other creepy crawlies find a way to NEVER completely die. Profound metaphor. 🌹👏
Thanks so much Tristan your words of support are most important to me and are highly valued
You are most welcome, my friend!
Beautiful ❤️
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