Survival.
Why do trees stubbornly struggle when blasted ?
Too rudely knarled, wind-bent yet alive,
ironized knuckles bear scars pummeled black.
Is it not proper we learn how such can survive ?
How do sunken rootlings become clinging claws ?
Fortress of foot-power gale's power fights
while every blast aims its limb-splitting force.
Yet a mere sapling, if rooted in Self-hood, revives.
As the days of a battle-wise moorland tree
so shall be the ways of victorious humanity.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Those moorland trees are heroes. Good write.
You paint such a great scene with such well chosen language.
well said, we all try to hold on! good poem Fay!
I think that garden weeds can take such a beating, but still thrive to take over if you let them. Great point of view Fay!
The spirit of trees is amazing. I have a tree that started growing out from a rocky ledge. Growing in a rock. Now, 45 years later, it's still there, still growing, a lovely Maple. Withstood blizzards, huge amounts of snow and ice, high winds, and occasional droughts. There must be something we can learn from them. A great write, Fay. - Phil A.
The urge to survive is strong within everything. One of the founders of modern couselling, Carl Rogers, had a lot to say about this. He would have apprecited the sentiments of the poem and also the quality of the writing that expressed them. I certainly did.
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