Weeds grow through cracks of character, bricks laid with loving care
Deeds, seeds show attacks of nature, growing sticks depicts despair
Walkway from here to there, worn by so many feet over generation's years
Talk may clear fear, air torn sigh, weary to greet conversation's veneers
Roots wind around crumbling seams pushing through time's dust
Routes of shoots found ground tumbling, past dreams grew of rhyme's rust
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: October 3rd, 2025 03:50
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Your poem explores the tension between nature and human constructs, reflecting on the passage of time, the resilience of life, and the fragility of human character. It suggests that despite efforts to build a strong and enduring foundation (symbolized by bricks and caring deeds), nature finds a way to infiltrate and challenge those constructs.
Thank you Friendship for your read and interpretation. I appreciate your take on this one my friend.
This is great. Please forgive me for my short comments, as I am new to poetry and am not sure what I am looking for in order to critique. I can appreciate good writing, though and that's what I would consider this.
No apology needed. Welcome to the world of verse and MPS I appreciate any reading of my poems and yours is most welcome. I believe the critiques, like poems themselves come from the heart, good or bad. I am not looking for critical gramatical or structural analysis so much as what comes across in feeling. Your words are highly valued and I look forward to reading your work.
Soren, this is beautifully layered. The cracks, roots, and worn paths unfold as metaphors for time, wear, and memory itself. Always grateful for your craft, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I can always leave it up to you to see through the debris of such things. Thank you my friend for your read and interpretation.
You are most welcome, my friend!
A good depiction of life, of destiny, of our experiences. Like roots, we struggle to make a future, to safeguard ourselves.
So true Soman Thank you for your read and kind words of understanding. May those walk ways always be cleared for you.
Life is a good-worn path and maybe dreams are more distant now, but we plough through, cos life is still a great journey.
The pencil is still sharp, and the words still go together.
Thank you Paul for your read and understanding of this piece. It is people like you that make the journey of writing worth while. Thanks again for the read and interpretation
Pleasure.
Stunning poem. The last line " dreams grew of rhyme's rust" was phenomenal.
Thank you so much Rebellion your words are most kind and brighten the day
Thank you 🙏
My pleasure
All the signs of old age which I display very well, wear and tear physically and mentally and the increasing lack of ability for the body like nature, to repair it's self, have fun
Thank you so much Tobani I am so glad to hear from you. I appreciate your comment and interpretation my friend.
You are very welcome
every metaphor refuses comfort. built identities are often vulnerable.
Thank you so much Aman for your read and interpretation it is deeply valued
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