The monkeys cling to its branches,
Vulnerable, reliant on its strength,
The sheer size always entrances,
Unmatched in time for sheer length.
On an awe inspiring horizon,
My tree rises above all else,
Smaller only than the setting sun,
In the storm it’s prominence tells...
When others are lost, falling behind,
As the storm continues the killing spree
Ripping up identity, soul and mind,
I fear for even my beautiful tree.
As the winds die down, I venture out,
Searching through my woods, can I see
The being I could never live without,
My wonder, my dominant tree.
A contest entry
- Picture/word Prompt by Leonura.
1020 points, ended November 11, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you very much for your entry.
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'On a awe inspiring horizon'
Interesting.. I know that 'a awe' needs an n, but doubt myself because, unusually, it sounds okay without the n.
I do like the second verse a lot, and also suddenly smell something which reminds me of a 'strawb jam sponge' that I often make myself at work.
I like the third verse anymore. Reminds me of the line 'What shall we do now God is dying?' from my favourite poem.
I do wonder, did your tree survive? I hope so. I like that I don't know
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thanks for pointing the 'a awe' thing out!
I'm not sure whether I could decide on a definitive outcome for the tree... thus leaving it with an ambiguous ending! By the way, I like the fact that on msn, I am able to leave audio messages!! Thus you will receive one next time you're online, probably!
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