Within the heart
concrete is poured,
spreading like an mighty oak
in the will of the spirit,
building walls to guard and protect.
Sometimes storms bend the branches,
but the roots remain in tact.
Eyes flower the stems of the soul
till we either grow
to touch the sky
or somebody chops down
the trunk
when it wasn't watered
with love.
Author notes
For the word, oak
A contest entry
- overnight: oak by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended March 7, 2007, 12 entries
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Such strong images, true and steady just like the oak.
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ouch, lol- i'd hate to be a tree, oh wait, been there a few times. i shouldn't be joking because some people really do have a lack of love, but i'm in an odd mood tonight. good luck in the contest
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Yep, too many times felt way to "barky" myself. Thanks for commenting.
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Oh My-
Powerful verse You have penned yet again and what visuals to give the Mind much to feed from~
Much for the Heart to inhale also~~~
Thank You for sharing Your Talent!
Many blessings to You in the contest
Best wishes too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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Aww gee darling, with your comments I feel I win every contest.
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You are a winner in my eyes...
everytime...
Wish You many blessings in this contest!!
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I think I'll always love your trophies darling.
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