Shaping

sorenbarrett

A pruning of the day, unwanted thoughts cut away
Shaping a plant to be, into a blooming day of glory
Snipping old flowers dead, new blooms of hope to be bred
Trimming yellow leaves that shade, new growth to be made 

Clearing weeds around the roots, promoting new shoots
Compost of past day's thoughts, growth from what rots
Wiping clean each leaf, freeing it from the fungus of grief
Open the valve of the mind to drench, imagination's thirst to quench

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  • Lorenz

    A well-cultivated form of philosophy !

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Lorenz for the read and kind understanding. It is appreciated

    • Soman Ragavan

      True, the compost from the past becomes the fertiliser of today, to make new flowers sprout out. We need to take example on the plant : it is in perpetual motion of renewal, of fighting obstacles around it.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Soman for the review and read of this poem it is most appreciated

      • Michael Edwards

        From rotting compost to beauty - so well observed

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you so much Michael for your read and kind words of support they are appreciated

        • Friendship

          Well written, your poem conveys the theme of personal growth and renewal through the metaphor of gardening. It emphasizes the importance of pruning away negative thoughts and experiences to foster new growth and creativity in life.

          • sorenbarrett

            Indeed tis true. Thank you Friendship for the read and interpretation. Pruning old negative thoughts may be dirty and hard work but so necessary for new growth. I appreciate your understanding.

          • arqios

            Good stuff here, Soren! This poem turns the act of pruning into a gentle metaphor for caring for the mind. It reminds me that letting go of what’s withered isn’t loss; it’s making space for new blooms. A quiet, hopeful reminder that growth often begins in what we clear away. 🕊️🙏🏻

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you so much my friend for the read and comment it is true whether writing a poem and clearing away unneeded and unwanted words or clearing out the scraps of past vaults of poems not deemed worthy or life itself and bad thoughts it is the point made. Your words are most appreciated

            • orchidee

              Good write SB. Weeds for KP's dinner today! lol.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks Orchi dandelion stew?

                • orchidee

                  Oh yes, saves me having to cook for KP and our guinea pigs separately!

                • God’s Will

                  Oh I like that one. That reminds me of a bit of encouragement I got one day.

                  . Today
                  Correct punctuation

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you so much for the review and kind words they are appreciated

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren, this breathes with renewal. The way you shape the day through pruning feels alive with quiet hope, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you Tristan yes each day needs pruning to rid one of the dead past. I appreciate your read and comment my friend

                    • Goldfinch60

                      That valve often needs opening to bring glory into our lives soren.

                      Andy

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you Andy and yes indeed it does.

                      • William Hromada

                        Compost of past day's thoughts, growth from what rots!!’ What a thought!

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you very much for the review William and for your kind words of support they are appreciated

                          • William Hromada

                            Your most welcome



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