Once the arm of a tree, by gale broken set free
Drifting on waves of the sea carried by currents I can not see
Exposed to wind and sun not knowing destination or origin
Riding various storms, peeled by waves that appearance transforms
Dropping into troughs and riding crest, as an unnoticed guest
Hollow and empty it floats, wearing seaweed coats
No one to care sink or not, a lone battle fought
Washed up on a distant shore, broken, beat and sore
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi may your day be full of light and joy my friend
Truly felt, like driftwood at the mercy of the elements. Excellent metaphors🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and comment it is always valued
Most Welcome, Soren 🕊️🙏🏻
For me this is the personification of the plight of drift-wood as if we should show some sympathy.Very enjoyable read compadre
Thank you so much David for the review and comment yes in a sense, know it or not, we all are.
Soren, this hit me hard...there’s a quiet loneliness here that just keeps moving, line by line. “Washed up on a distant shore, broken, beat and sore” stays with me. It doesn’t ask for attention…it just is. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan for the read and comment it is very much valued my friend
Most welcome, Soren!
is it just me or is there an abundance of displacement around here today .. I feel almost helpless and at the mercy of the wind, or fate, or of the current or summat .. there is a desire to get back on track somehow .. can't wait till tomorrow maybe .. 😎👍
Thanks Neville you captured the essence and I am not sure there is an anchor anymore. Knowledge has cut the rope. Your words are most appreciated and valued
Can't tell you how much I enjoyed this. Fave for sure. I remember playing Pooh Sticks a few years ago, and often wonder where they are now. Carried on , or snagged somewhere.
A fine Poem.
Thank you Kevin I deeply appreciate your read and comment
Those words we send out can go to so many places soren, and may they never stop.
Andy
A most wonderful view of the meaning of this poem Andy. Thank you for the read and comment
very nice
Thank you very much
This poem reminds me of taking a beating from the nature of the world but yet getting another chance to get back on healed feet and begin anew. Nice ✍️
Thank you so much yes it is so true that no matter how beat or rejected we always have another chance. I appreciate the read and interpretation
what i see is also those who are cut off from the family are buffeted by the waves of life, and washed to a distant shore-spent and truly exhauseted..
Thank you Nafisa I am so glad that you saw that, it was one element that had crossed my mind when I wrote it. Your read and interpretation are most appreciated
Always welcome. Sometimes I interpret it the way I see it- it may differ from the actual concept the poet wishes to convey so am glad I could follow your trend of thoughts ✌️👍
To me there is no wrong interpretation. Each person hears what touches them the author's intent in unimportant
that is really great - thanks for the response - i too leave the others to interpret it as they want and sometimes find ideas i had not thought of, which is good
Broken, beat, and sore. It coincides to a small degree in my last poem where I mentioned facing life’s struggles alone and how the world tells us we must prove ourselves or our worth. Always love your writing. Beautifully written and beautifully received.
You are very kind Sharon and I appreciate very much your review and generous words of support.
Beautifully written 👏
-Syd 🍄
Thank you so much for the read and comment Syd it is most appreciated
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