Once

Something i pulled from the archive of my life

 

Once I was an oak, reaching tall and strong

Now I am a willow, weeping, worn, and Drawn

 

Once I was a mountain, standing proud, and stern

Now I am a pebble, severely weathered, and churned

 

Once I was an ocean, my waters raged on high

Now I am a desert, the air and winds are dry

 

Once I was a river, flowing wild and strong

Now I am falling rain, ever since you’ve gone

 

Once I had the words, to make you laugh, and shine

Now there is only silence, the sounds are only mine

 

 

GRAS’86

Reviews

[Nirmala]

What a touching poem. The presence of a loved one is so inspirational and strengthening and when that loved one is gone one can crumble to the depths of despair and weakness. How beautifully contrasted are the two situations! Nature expressed as strength and emotion is always very powerful and you have done a great job in this poem with it. Your last two lines strike hard at the loss of the loved one! Enjoyed the poem.

[Sheila Marie Carr]

Another great write from the mind of a poet...I love the way you had a positive and a negative to this poetic scene it really drew me in loved it

[Emily B]

Ask and you shall be given. Once we thought we were all manner of great things. It is only when we draw ourselves down with humility that we become wise enough to KNOW. That's how I will read this. There were words. There will be words. All part of the cycle we live. Dichotomies of silence and words echoing those others of light and dark.

[Brianna Brie]

Well I like this one a lot. Just couldn't wait to read each new and interesting line. The rhyme is perfect!