Once tall and regal, I towered in
the depths of cool forests…
the morning mists flowed
cloaking me in garments of
of dancing light…
I was the descendant of towering
giants that watched dinosaurs
become extinct and the rise
of man…
Man, whose ways are strange
for they do not seek unity
but mastery…
In the violence of my green world
lightening struck at my heart
and I prepared to pass on
my wisdom thru seeds
scattered over miles…
But man was not content
to let me be… He has made a clown
of me… turning me from
haughty to habitat!
They come to view me…
They smile, they laugh,
they look, they touch…
Strangely, I am content.
Purpose is everything…
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: Google (Artist Unknown)
Not over 40 lines
A contest entry
- Options I think are unique by bird at rose.
1000 points, ended August 26, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
Comments
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Personification rules this poem appropriately LOL
I found poetic strength through your witty viewpoint of if this arbor could talk, and it's uniqueness is shown. Was perked by your first stanza, even though it seems like it would take too much to clothe one oversized. Ironically, in a whole mountainy terrain with other evergreens, this redwood is still fully skirted in the angle of forenoon illumination for growth as well. I see, "become extinct and the rise of man" is an emphasis on really how long they can live. And, I'm sure there was such species back in those times too.
My favorite, intriguing metaphor was, "my wisdom thru seeds scattered over miles," including all those five lines because they summarized that naturally, if you got emotionally paralyzed... you'd want to knock off some lessons to newer offspring to try a different path. It has an intertwining concept, specifically "scattered over miles" was so creative as each maturates needing space; also that even in this simulating world, there's always a time of blues. But, not every time would it be so subtle that he wouldn't need to adjust everyone else. WOW this is not silly!
Right into the next stanza, I think there's a pattern between both for a small, natural cry can be solved, but architecture can't. But, one's idea to carve it is like paralyzing it's time span [now, of course, all need a house, though in this mind sight it seems sad if grabbed too early.] "haughty to habitat" is alliterating, while a neat history: "haughty" means 'high,' so I enjoy your new way of using the word!
The ending stamps understanding with all five senses, which is full environment, thank you for entering,
Daisy -
Oh, the poor tree!
What an interesting take on the prompt, very clever. Well done.
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When we have a purpose in life........it makes a difference.
Interesting poem, Ken.
Cheryl
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