A seed that had no chance fought against all odds and grew
Now an oak, harboring in its expanse rainbowed feathers that flew
Then came a man that cut the tree, from which planks were torn
Hewn and nailed into place by he, a house from its wood was born
He that felled it, sheltered by its flesh, birthed children that played and grew
And when tall and didn't mesh, some seeds stayed while others the wind blew
And when the west wind did blow, out of the oak's wood they fashioned a box
Planting him where the seed did grow, covering it with rocks
From time to time through stones sprouts a memory, seen different in each eye
Some see a weed, some a tree, from beneath time's leaves, where dead roots lie
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- Published: August 2nd, 2025 03:24
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I dare not try to interpret, but it has much food for thought!
Thank you so much for your read and words of support they are most valuable to me
I see a home that has been deeply cherished built from nothing and even though time has led it's rot, there are bones in its surroundings that will always make it home. I see memories of life 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy for your review of this piece and your interpretation that is most appreciated
Hello, Soren,
From timber built a house, a home, the family's roots, a family raised and from timber built their caskets. Of nature and man in a most splendid poem. Well done indeed.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Tony my friend thank you for reviewing this reworked piece from the past. I appreciate your interpretation of it and kind words of encouragement. May you have a most wonderful day
Wherever your seed is sown and roots are grown, in heart will always be your home, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for your review and your statement so true. I appreciate your words of support and encouragement
You are very welcome
The last stanza leaves a lasting impression of unfathomable depth...
Thank you Lorenz your insight is most encouraging. Yes dead roots still remain as reminders of the past and obstacles to the future. Your words are most appreciated
Now aint that the truth .. I can see everything going full circle .. but then I've got little else to look out for these days .. Neville
Thanks Neville for your read and take. Yes the cycle continues and none of us leave much more behind than seeds and dead roots that someone might notice some day if they decide to dig. Your read and comment is always most welcome my friend
Well written, Sorren. I enjoyed the read.
Thank you so much Jerry it is most appreciated
Well said, I enjoyed the read.
Thank you so much Friendship for your review.
You're welcome, Sorenbarrett
Good write SB. If we reap what we sow, as surely we do, there's no hope for me, cos I married KP! lol.
Me neither Orchi I sowed the whirlwind. Thanks for the read and words that make me smile
There is so much skill here involving weaving such a distinct narrative ending with again such poetic ethereal wisdom. The imagery is beautiful and is it iambic octameter? Or close. Im probably wrong here. Regardless the rhyme structure is so enchanting. I am such an earnest fan of your writing Sir. I look forward to the next piece. Elizabeth
Thank you Elizabeth for your review and generous remarks. To tell you the truth I am not sure what the rhyme scheme is it just comes out as I write and probably could be whittled down and made more exact by a more experienced poet.
It’s such a pleasure sir, I think the rhyme scheme is landing in the exact places it needs to. It’s very consistent syllabically and I think the way it naturally comes out is what matters and the specifics of the metre are not necessary to attonate. You have a very strong internal metronome! I think how the rhythm falls naturally in your own creative style matters more than poetic terminology. It’s always such a pleasure to read your work and I genuinely feel you have quite an illuminated mind. It’s very musical writing in this piece. Keep going they are wonderful compositions and your original style is more important than academic terminology (just my humble opinion) Elizabeth
Thank you Elizabeth
Wonderful words soren showing the wonder of life over time.
Andy
Thank you Gold your words mean a great deal
I've read and re_read this several times soren
It is fascinating
All from a seed fighting the odds to survive
Becomes a magnificent oak
That becomes a home for the feller to start a family
Then I think his coffin is made from it
And new seeds begin.. weed/tree line
Could be completely wrong here
Hence my late comment
Just get a vibe about how everything is connected
I'm rambling a bit so will leave it there
Either way it is a great poem with plenty to think about
You are right on trac you have the story right and those seed whether the man's or the tree's grow not far from where they fell from the tree as do the memories some good and some bad to cast their own shadows, while some are blown by the wind to start a new cycle of their own. One may go deeper but that is sufficient Thank you so much for the read and interpretation it is most valued
your poem turned timber into testimony.
Thank you for your read and words they are most appreciated.
"From time to time through stones sprouts a memory," what a line! Enjoyed reading very much.
Thank you so much your words of encouragement are most valued and cherished
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