To big for its boots: still kind of cute; its branches mattered tight..
Bearing fruit, but at the root, I fear there's a surprise?
Started small, nothing at all; seemed happy in its place.
Overshadowed by another but pleasant to the taste...
Last two years something shifted gears-
The dominant now looks sick: thinning in the breeze; yellowing leaves; life taken from the branches..
Could my sweet little one be up to mischief??
What are the chances?
If I am right, what brings in the light, is not always as it seems..
What started small, contained by space, now to big for its boots..
Kind of like an iceberg, problems at the roots..
It is a shame, but all the same, I've been a little slow-
But even though it breaks my heart...
The Cherry guava tree has to go!
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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This poem is a gem in that one believes it is something else of a serious nature being spoken of. Nicely written what I thought might have been a lie now growing turns out to be a tree, or is it really? Loved it
Thanks Soren, this one is indeed a tree, but the metaphor temped me.
This tree is charming but if left..would bring me heartache!
Oh no! I love guavas 🤩🕊️🙏🏻
Me too, but I feel I am being conned by this one.
Now it's on the ascendancy it's even producing inferior fruit!
Valiantstar, what works here is the shift from charm to consequence. Cute beginnings, subtle changes, thinning leaves…then the root truth. “Problems at the roots” reframes the whole piece. It’s not just about a tree…it’s about discernment. Strong close, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks as always Tristan.
Your interpretations always add more depth than I am capable of!
Praise the Lord, I say...
Most welcome, my friend! Thank you too, though my interpretations are coming from your writings. You're more capable than you realize and write with such depth. 😊
Bitter-sweet reckoning, the tree holds secrets in its roots—beauty and menace tangled.
You feel the loss deep, but your hand is steady; sometimes love is pruning before the grief.
You are auditioning for a spot on Gardening Australia aren't you? I think you may well have the gig ....
If I did, Costa Georgiadis would have to look up to me!
Do you mean you are taller or more hairy.....?
Clarity, something poets here dodge in great numbers....
I wouldn't want him to tickle me belly, as he looked up.
Getting there - I can certainly see clarity on the horizon....
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