After years of writing poetry
and struggling to break free,
I found the perfect metaphor
for everything I want to be.
It came to me by accident
as good things often do
and my task now, as a poet,
is to tell the tale to you.
I was feeling tired and beaten,
worn-out and weary to the bone.
I hadn't left the house in days,
shut off from the world, alone.
When something deep inside me said,
"That's enough! Get out of bed!
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
or you're as good as dead!"
After being buried in despair so long,
I wondered from where this voice had risen.
It was like a visit from a long-lost friend
after many hopeless years in prison.
So I opened up the dusty curtains
and let the bright sunlight flood in.
And as every poet will attest -
when one looks out, one looks within.
The street outside was bustling.
Lovers laughed and children played.
And I couldn't help but realize
how far from life I'd strayed.
My world seemed so dark and small
next to the one I saw outside.
In a moment, I felt all I'd lost.
The dam broke and I cried.
I knew I had to find a way
to purge this sadness from my soul,
dust myself off, rejoin the living,
and make my fractured spirit whole.
So I splashed my face and went outside.
It was a beautiful, windy day
but my heart ached with melancholy
that just would not go away.
I walked and walked for hours
like a tortured, restless ghost
for when we confront our demons,
that's when they attack the most.
I don't know how much time had passed
when I reached the base of a hill.
Determined to walk the pain away,
I pressed on further still.
I have always loved to climb
because of how it clears the mind
but I had no peace within that day
so what peace could I hope to find?
I remembered an old line I heard once
and it rang in my ears from the start . . .
"You won't find your heart in a temple
if there's no temple in your heart."
I've never been a very faithful man.
I never found answers in a church.
I didn't know what I was looking for.
I only knew I had to search.
I climbed until my muscles ached,
not even sure what I was proving
or what I was running to or from.
I just had to keep on moving.
I was thoroughly exhausted
when I finally reached the top
but I saw a taller hill beyond
and my soul wouldn't let me stop.
I suppose I was tired of quitting,
of feeling beaten, small and weak.
I couldn't let myself give up
until I reached the highest peak.
These were not just hills.
They were everything I'd ever tried.
They were every half-accomplished goal
begging fulfillment, deep inside.
Many of my tears, that day,
mingled with the dusty soil.
The hills had come to represent
a lifetime's travail and toil.
I cried for all the love I'd lost
and for all the wasted years.
I cried for every broken dream
on this, my trail of tears.
I finally reached the second peak,
so high, I felt like I was flying
or I could reach up and touch heaven.
The howling wind was like God sighing.
I was now the highest living thing
but for the tips of the tallest trees,
pitching and swaying magnificently
in the gentle Autumn breeze.
The stars were beginning to twinkle
as the fiery sun set in the west.
I laid down in a bed of leaves
to grant myself some rest.
And when I looked up to the sky
framed by the towering trees,
a strange quiet filled my soul
and this thought came to me . . .
The trees, though firmly rooted,
never stop reaching for the sky.
They don't worry about what falls away
or how fast the years pass by.
They don't complain about the weather
or struggle against ferocious winds
yet they're still standing proudly
when the calm returns again.
This is a very, very old idea.
It surely did not begin with me.
A poet once said she'd never see
a poem as lovely as a tree.
And I hate to repeat an old cliche
but truth always stays the same
though it comes from many places
and travels under many names.
I'd heard this philosophy so often,
I considered it "nickel and dime"
but on this strange and soulful day,
it was like I'd heard it the first time.
A poet lives on metaphors.
They're his lifeblood, you see.
So I was happy to truly discover
the ancient lesson of the tree.
To stop fighting and agree with life
and whatever it happens to bring
for a soul tormented by loss and pain
can never learn to dance or sing.
To have a strong foundation
while always reaching out.
To keep growing, no matter what.
That's what life's about.
These strong and noble giants
whispered a message for me to keep
and under their sheltering canopy,
I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to a bright, new morning
and made my way back down the hill
and everywhere a tear had fallen,
a flower stood, serene and still.
I looked back up to the hilltop once
to that place where every tree's a poem,
said thank you, then turned and smiled
and, peacefully, headed home.
Author notes
For the contest requiring two golds or more - this poem has won two golds, but only one is recorded because the first one was before the site was altered to keep a record of all trophies. In the "olden days", it used to erase the previous contest when you entered another one.
The poet I refer to was Joyce Kilmer. (1886–1918)
Here's the poem -
Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Written April 9th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Tales of Travel by Dal Cuore.
300 points, ended August 29, 2004, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Silver trophy winner
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This poem is a wake-up, a lesson, an inspiration, a bit of everyone who reads it and a piece of art all in so many ways. This is very much written in the same fashion as I used to write and thought myself not poetic enough, before I started adding glitter words to my poems, and hey I have learned more but doesn't make my poems better. What makes a poem good is when it comes straight out of soul and then worn on ones sleeve, for a self reminder of who that person is and wants to be right where everyone can see and gain from that persons shared life lessons and they can gain from it as well and that's what brings people closer because they become a part of each other with respect cause one doesn't wear phony on their sleeve and this poem this is real. This is that kind of poem, allot to enlighten a person be they take the time to read it(was going to say feel it, but if ya read this poem your going to feel it)
Anyway, when I first started reading this I got the feeling.....HOLY SHIT....I'll explain, I have been chasing the lowly burl of the Northern Calif Redwood forest for better part of 40 years, The tallest trees in the world, the redwoods have been my sanctuary, my hill to climb. I have been in that dark room you mention for a couple months now(not the first time over the years), Been talking about needing a ride up the coast to the trees. So your first few stanzas Had me thinking geese this must be someone who knows me put this poem in here to give me a wake up call. LOL Then check this out I took alot of people to the redwoods over the years but when I went up there and lived for awhile I took a friend and his wife they were out of pocket, no plce to live she was a dancer he was like Kung Fu, never said much but when he did it was usually worth hearing. I took them North with me or me with them, well they stayed raised 2 sons right there on the avenue of the giants.Alway had a place to go over the years where I was always welcome. Their name was Mark and Tanya. Mark passed a couple years ago so I did a 4' x 3' relief carving out of wood to remember him by..Redwood Lace Burl slab I carved it in.., any way, that's what the HOLY SHIT was for, Mark.
......\..... Lol, is there any doubt about how much this poem did for me, I totally was dragging my ass up that same hill and now I figure it's got to be a sign, time to do it again..... up to the Redwoods.
Hell my comment is longer than your poem, sorry about that...
... < pay back I suppose> lol Great write, colloquial language(that's the word) colloquial...Down to earth. Thanks for the read.
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Hey Wolf,
I hope I sent you an IM at least thanking you for your comment on this poem. What a great story. We have a lot in common, I think. I live in Southern California and have taken a lot of people up to see the redwoods, too. Everyone MUST see them at least once, but preferably often. I'm glad you found so much for yourself in this poem. I think we all get stuck in dark rooms now and then, literally and figuratively. I also appreciate the compliment about this poem being "real". I don't try to be vulnerable and open in poems. That's just the way they happen for me. I don't see the point in writing a poem or anything else if one isn't going to be open. I don't believe in being confessional for the sake of shock. I just like writers who aren't afraid to admit they're human. An image is a kind of box that keeps people from living, and writing, honestly. I'd rather "tell it like it is" and let others recognize their own experience in my ups and downs, and hopefully feel a little less lonely as a result.
Thanks again. I hope your summer is going well so far.
Mark
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Thanks, Patty. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I could tell we were kindred spirits when I read your poem today, which was so similar to this one. I also read your author page so I know how much you've overcome. I hope the tears this caused were the good kind.
Peace,
Mark
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Stunningly beautiful!
You have touched my heart so deeply with this write. It made me cry but only because I can relate to your experience. "I walked and walked for hours
like a tortured, restless ghost
for when we confront our demons,
that's when they attack the most" This stanza struck me most, though they all did. It takes tremendous strength and courage to stand and face our demons. Thanks for sharing this. I am going to bookmark it. Very nice write! Blessings, Patty
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Excellent As Always
Mark this has to be one of your best. I too have climbed those hills and slept among the stars with swaying pine trees rocking my dreams to sleep. But, I've climbed those mountains many times only to have to once again catch my breath. I'm happy you've managed to fill your heart and I hope its permanent.
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Thanks, Chuck. Actually, this is one of my personal favorites - one of the poems I re-read when I start to slip back into the quicksand of one of my darker moods. I'm glad you liked it, but not surprised, being that you are a nature lover like myself.
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wow, your poems just seem to reach right out of the page and into ones heart and give it a little squeeze. this is magnificnt or maybe its magnanimous i dont know i just know its truly wonderful and it opens my eyes. thank you for making me truly see.
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Lovely
A poet lives on metaphors.
They're his lifeblood, you see.
Yes I can understand this - you put it so well Mark and I liked where you said every tree is a poem - you are right.. and what a beautiful analogy.. well done.. -
This is one of the most interesting poems I've ever read. It speaks of a truth that I dared not speak of for fear of being labeled "dissociated" from reality. I believe there is a part of us that can percieve feelings from the trees and perhaps others life forms as well. I often appologize when I must take a trees life, and have sometimes refused to do so encouraging the homeowner to prune instead, thus saving its' life. thank you for sharing this work with me.
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Grace your page? I must be very remiss in my commenting. You grace me with your writing.
Mark -
Well..Mark..this is a rather good poem...I really like the vivid imagery you have used to pain a picture of what you see and how you feel. I love to read work like this..as it is easy to step within the reader's mind and go through the motions of which they describe.
I think also this well written poem sends a great message...to get up..and out...leave the troubles all behind..
Thanks again for your comments...for really I did not expect to see you grace my page
lol...I look forward to reading more of your work.
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This is amazing...I realized right off the bat that I had read this masterpiece before, but it was so worth another read.
You have a very talented hand.
Sam
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Inspiration is hard to come by in this world sometimes, especially in a country where poets can't make a living, so to be told that this is one of the best poems you have ever read is like gold to me. Thanks very much for the encouragement.
I loved your motto - "The striving is worth more than the gain." So true. I was just talking to a friend last night about how when you get what you've always wanted, there is often a feeling of let-down, which is why movie or rock stars often kill themselves or O.D. They finally "arrive" and they're still unhappy. People think they will be permanently happy as soon as they get "there" - not knowing that when they get there, there will be a new "there", which is probably why so many famous actors say, "What I really want to do is direct." Or maybe they realize after becoming king of the world that it was the striving that made them happy all along. It's a tough one. I guess the only solution is to learn to be happy with what we have while we pursue our dreams. Like the trees - firmly rooted but always reaching.
Thanks again,
Mark -
I've read and commented on this before, but I had just started out. This is possibly one of the best poems I have ever read. I really fell for this the first time, but now that I have read it again, it makes more sense, and I like it even more. No, not like. Love. Everything about this poem was awesome. The rhyme scheme. The wording. The flow. The rhyming itself... I could go on and on. This was a very true poem, and I loved the symbolism. Thanks for entering and good luck. Excellent write. Keep up the awesome work.
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Thanks Autumn,
Yes, Autumn is my favorite season, and one of my favorite words, and names. It brings so many nice images to mind, doesn't it?
Thanks again for reading this super-long poem. haha
Mark -
Hey SG,
Just reading over some old responses and wanted to say thanks for the kind words on this poem. You said, "I think the first poem I attempt will be about how a gift like yours can change the world, one person at a time." I'm looking forward to reading that one. Please let me know when you're done writing it.
Thanks again,
Mark
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yay
I don't know if I've ever stayed entertained through a poem this long before, which prooves what a great writter you are! My favorite lines were "And as every poet will attest -when one looks out, one looks within." Because it is to true. I think you did an excellent job. Best of luck,
~Dragonf1y -
Picturesque
I know this poem by Heart...I spent time in Yosemite & Sequoyah...& couldn't bear to leave...as a writer who {flinch} goes through reams of paper...I have always loved trees & all they stand for, all they do for the World, in breezy Silence...
how wonderful they are just to look at...their shade for 'weary wanderers' to rest under...the homes they provide for the creatures of the World...I don't do much artwork anymore...but when I do, it's usually a landscape, filled with these mighty Giants...simply lovely, Mark! -
amazing, truthfully. i usually dont enjoy long poems, because they bore me easily. but this poem was so interesting and beautiful it made me want to keep going. i think it's wonderful to read a poem about coming out of depression, since sometimes i think it's impossible, but this poem is not so unreal, it makes you realize the beauty of everything. Good luck in the contest, please keep writing!
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I absolutely loved the line "when one looks out, one looks within" I love poems that tell a story like this and doesn't get weighted down with long complicated words. This was a simply stated poem that had so much wonderful things come out as a reader read each stanza. What a great talent you have capturing the reader into your world! I love the trees and the leaves to the side, what a wonderful touch! Also the mention of Autumn!!!--woohoo! LOL!
Autumn -
Bravo
Ok, Ok, I will never throw another butt out the window. I like dolphins and all, but after that, man I wouldnt want to risk a forest fire. You have an amazing gift. I think the first poem I attempt will be about how a gift like yours can change the world, one person at a time. -
magnificent!
Hi Mark, First I must say thank you for reading my poem "In Wild Abandon" because it brought me to you, and this amazingly beautiful and inspirational piece of work. Your prolific tale has touched my soul and been an anchor in a time of need..."I walked and walked for hours like a tortured, restless ghost for when we confront our demons, thats when they attack the most." You just don't know how much I needed reminding of this. I so look forward to reading more of your work. Peace... -
I liked your book about trees,((oopsies,,I mean poem)great style & I like all your work,,I am still chuckling over your last poem I just read about things not gellin' since you lopped off your melon ,then I saw the picture & cracked up so hard I almost fell outta my chair laffin so hard! Thanks for bringing humor to my life!!
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Thanks Sam,
I don't think we're ever "done". Life is a constant interchange of light and shadow. As long as we always return to the light eventually, we'll be okay.
Thanks,
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Stunning write. It held me its captive throughout the entire piece. I loved climbing and over coming the downside of life with you.
This was me before opening the window and letting the sun shine in....I haven't broken through in completeness, but I am on my way.
An amazing write.
sam
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Overall this is simply a stunning poem, but what I love most about it is the way you fit your affirmations into the story without foisting them on the reader. They simply become a natural part of the verse. It's elegant, clean, and amazingly honest. Bravo, and Well Done!
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Hi Albert,
You were right. I did love that poem. Just beautiful. Being a member of Greenpeace, Sierra Club and a bunch of other environmental organizations, I also appreciated the message, especially the last verse -
Its been standing here for centuries
Long before they built the town
Man could never build such a structure
But - one day he’ll cut it down!
I hope man's foot on the earth gets a little lighter somehow.
Excellent job. Thanks for sharing that with me.
Mark -
good
It's like SUPER long but yeah it is really good. keep up the good work -
alsome!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow i love this poem i love the way the story is old and you are a very talented person great job and God Bless
~Mary~ -
Great
Whar a wonderful poem - amazing you could keep it going for so long - I also love trees. I'm sure you would enjoy this one of mine. . www.poetryworld.us/natureschurch.html - Albert -
What a magical experience you've woven with your words. You kept me glued to the screen from start to finish. This was well written and delightful to read. I enjoyed it very much.
~ Lee Stone -
WONDERFUL!!!
I LOVED it!! I am not a big fan of long poems but I read i until the end. I loved the way you told the story in the beginning. You are very talented.
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WOW. This is very beautiful and I really love how you've done it so it has stood out so vividly from all of the other nature poems I've read. I give you a BIG round of applause for all of your hard work! It's very much of a pleasure to read your work.
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i really liked. the subtle rhymes. and beautiful narrative. gives u hope for life and such. affirmation screams its presence in this peice.. i loved it... thanks for sharing...
~k~
**i dont do this to escape life but to keep life from escaping me** -
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It's one thing to tell a story, but it's a whole different story to keep the attention of the reader while doing it. Personally, I feel this poem does accomplish that very fact. It keep my interest from beginning to end. I loved the story line ............PLUS, it was developed around a simple but truthful fact of life.
A+ job.....
Loved it....
~Wayne -
I'll admit it was a great poem, i wouldn't have read the whole thing if it wasn't very well done, very beautifully written....big ups
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Wow, thAT IS A VERY LONG YET VERY GOOD POEM! I like it alot, thanks for posting it
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Woah, I'm certaintly glad this had some rhyme to it that let me flow down to the roots of this poem. The ancient lesson of the tree is amazing.
I'm just.. at lost for words at your discovery.
This hasn't happened in as much as a few hundred poems I've read recently.
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Insightfull
This is a truly beautiful poem. And though I'm not much for the long one's, I read this to the end and enjoyed every bit. Bravo! -
Tree's are one of my favorit things...from their leaves...even when they sail accross the road in colors...You have done a wonderful poem...I love it..thanks for sharing
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Was very long and you could tell was heart felt. I've never really thought much of a tree. Great write. God Bless you
Rose
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I love the way you wove your narrative with a reflections and though it is telling of what you did it also is full of most meaningful philosophy and hence a narrative full of wisdom. Asyou cried i could feel you being purged from within and once cleansed you could now have place in your heart and mind for the wisdom the trees were waiting to impart. This is a gem of a poem
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Excellent
Amazing,life-affirming poem...That's all I have to say.
Sin, tamarack1pines -
well, this poem was quite an undertaking. I admire the effort and work you must have put into it, especially into writing its rhymes and forming its stanzas. I find it somewhat inspirational although I don’t agree with the over-simplification of solving life’s problems it seems to suggest. Nevertheless, thanks for sharing this with us.
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You're a poet indeed,seeing things the way others would never see.And I love the music your poem played with its subtle rhyme scheme.You have an outstanding work here.Keep it up.
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How inspiring!
Emotive, descriptive... everything into just one masterpiece.
Welldone, this really IS something!
Luv,
Jazzles
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brilliant
how lovely and true this piece is ...I thought at first it may be a little too long, but as I read and was immersed in your brilliance , I quickly found myself at the end and loking for more ...my favorite stanza..The stars were beginning to twinkle
as the fiery sun set in the west.
I laid down in a bed of leaves
to grant myself some rest.
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Hi there,
wow this was a fantastic write, I agree it is one where you want to read it once every day. This was really interesting to read. Please keep up the great work.
All the best to you and yours
Blue moon -
ratherlong but well worth the time to read it. EXCELLENT rhyme and rhythm. i especially liked the two verses:
I cried for all the love I'd lost
and for all the wasted years.
I cried for every broken dream
on this, my trail of tears.
and
To stop fighting and agree with life
and whatever it happens to bring
for a soul tormented by loss and pain
can never learn to dance or sing.
regards,
Leo Long
ps. i've never seen a thing as lovely as a tree
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wow! this must of took ages to write! you have obvoisly put alot of effort into this because there are loads of stanzas and there was nothing that was forced! it had lots of description and imagination especially the part that siad:
The stars were beginning to twinkle
as the fiery sun set in the west.
I laid down in a bed of leaves
to grant myself some rest.
i could realy imagone that stanza. This poem was more like a story. well, I am definetly applading this! it is so fantastic! thanks so much for sharing this
pinkwhite -
Wow, i am speachless, and trust me, that dont happen often.lol
This was such a heartfelt write. Your words flow so beautifully and this write really touched my heart.
I am so thrilled i clicked on this poem. This is one of those poems that makes you sit down and think.
Great job.
Tammy
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"Trees" is one of my most favorite poems. I hope you have read more of Joyce Kilmer's works. I have used this poem in workshops for children and adults an a metaphorical example. Yes poems are like trees. I love the fact that the length of the poem didn't affect me, one stanza flowed into the next. Very beautiful and a lovely sentimental write. This is a bookmarked read to remind me of the simplier, more eloquent things in life, such as trees and poets. Be blessed and keep that head held as high as th "Tallest Tree".
Much Love,
Renee
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brilliant- there is something to be said about this site - it is a perfect site to learn as well as to marvel at some of the writers and what they do. And how they are doing it. You are a very good example of this. You have a sytle that is yours with a philosphy on life that is most people's. Despite the length of these poems they are written in a way that hold's interest and actually takes the reader by the hand without talking down. Nice gift and certainly a great poem
David -
Hi Aimee,
Thanks for letting me know that. Since there are no best-selling poets in America anymore and poets can't get any exposure, it's always nice to know that my poems are touching people.
Trees are one of my favorite symbols for all the reasons mentioned in the poem, but do you know what my true role models are? Dogs. The goofy, fun-loving harmless kind that smother everybody with licks, even if they've only been away for 15 minutes. We should all be that friendly and full of joy, don't you think? Unfortunately, our "superior" human intellect makes that nearly impossible. I guess that's why someone once said, "God gave the animals the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Do not trouble it. Do not harrass them. Do not interfere with God's intent."
We're so much more complicated than trees or dogs, they're probably not perfect metaphors, but they're a start!
Thanks for reading this one.
Take care,
Mark -
Thanks Mari,
It's funny. People read my poems and think I'm extremely optimistic at all times but the fact is most of my poems are notes to myself, reminders of how I want to live my life, because I can slip into despair just as easily as anyone else. So I'll take your advice and read this once a day, too. Maybe I'll be able to take my own advice.
Thanks for visiting. It's always nice to hear from you, my friend.
Mark -
Congratulations Mark! This is a poem to be read at least once a day!
Mari
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This was just awesome, Mark. Beautiful, enriching, thought-provoking, emotional ... all wrapped into one. I loved it from the very first line, to the very end. Your poem made me think alot about life, and how I accept and take it. There are so many things I would love to change, but I should be like a tree....and keep standing, soon those things will pass me by. I really enjoyed this write, yes.. it was long.. but you know what?? You kept it interesting, you kept me wanting to read more and more. It was full of the visions of the bustling street, the base of the hill, the hilltop, the trees... simplistic, realistic beautiful imagery.
I always love reading your pieces, as they bring me into myself. I think that you understand what I'm saying with that, so I won't dig further into it Just keep on writing, and no that there are people out there like me, that get so much out of reading your writes. I thank you for posting this one!!!! I enjoyed every minute of reading it
~Aimee
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wow! it's seems that you're peace at yourself now.... great poem
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this is amazing, very well done. it's inspiring, uplifting, realistic, and beautiful. great imagery, great rhyme scheme, great everything! good job!
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this is just awesome..... you have manged to get everything in here and what a fantastic result!!
the length was a blessing because i didnt want it to stop...well done and keep up the good writing!!
remembered an old line I heard once
and it rang in my ears from the start . . .
"You can only find your heart in a temple
if you have a temple in your heart."
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Very VERY uplifting poem... your journey reminds me of my life.. always uphill without any rests.. my favorite aprt of your poem was
I cried for all the love I'd lost
and for all the wasted years.
I cried for every broken dream
on this, my trail of tears
This part was like a smack in the face to me... I've made this journey many times.. you see, i live on a farm and its in Hillville USA... i go on walks to calm myself down when i get upset, and i always go to this one specific part of our farm.. It's a TREE(ironically) in the very middle of a steep hill. I always go there to watch the sunset and something about its serene beauty just rips the emotions out of me and i cry..
You deserved to win first place in the contest.. your entry was soooo much better than mine.. congradualtions, you earned it
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A pleasure to read!
I think that I did see a poem as lovely as a tree! Very nicely done, Mark! I loved your poem..my favorite part:
and everywhere a tear had fallen,
a flower stood, serene and still.
Happy Easter!
<3 Maureen
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Wonderful joy!
It was a very pleasant read, the kind we don't want ever end.
It feels so good to have climbed a hill and get back down with some answers that may help us going through life.
An excellent poem Mark!
Mari
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AN ABSOLUTE MUST-READ
I guess you know what I think!
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Amazing
This was wonderful and very uplifting. I loved it from start to finish.
~Amanda~
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Splendid job Mark! I was intrigued throughout the entire piece.
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Thanks, Lily. I guess it is a bit of an allegory. Glad you liked it.
Mark -
Now that's a challenge! I'd take you up on it but I don't think I could be brief if my life depended on it. haha
Signed,
The Gab -
This is a wonderful piece..... but now Mark, try to put it in a haiku.... lol
Don -
This is really an impressive piece; amazing in its depth and and breadth; it felt more like an allegory to me and I really liked how beautifully you used a rhyme scheme that flowed so naturally. There were some lovely metaphors as well..I especially liked these lines:
The trees, though firmly rooted,
never stop reaching for the sky.
They don't worry about what falls away
or how fast the years pass by.
Wow, you really gave me something to think about in reading this poem. Great write! Glad to see you are back...Lily
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