Forests of Purple Dreams

This poem is about hope, but who's hope is in the heart of the reader.

A green tree grew in the Purple Forest

And everyone thought that was odd

But some saw words, like on a prophet's wall

And they seemed to be written by the finger of God.

As the tree grew strong a light was born

And the light was a different color,

It wasn't purple and it wasn't green,

And the way it glowed was not a bother.

Some people looked, then walked away,

Others found faith to call their own,

But during those days the words were confused

For they had never been written in stone.

Now the forest grows a multitude of trees

And the woodcutters come in groups and teams.

But the odd colored light continues to shine

In that forest of purple dreams.

JE Falcon

04-10-2020

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The trees in the forest, yet what are we doing to them? My mind strayed as I read your fine lines Falcon. We are obliterating them at our peril. My hope is that we have begun to recognise the enormous damage done, but is it too late? I have an affinity with trees. We need to plant millions of them, particularly where they have been wiped out. Your poem has multi layers. I was also reminded that without the interference of the human species, mother nature thrives. A pleasure to read you.

Chris

[JE Falcon]

Ah, thanks, Chris. --- It seems c the climate is changing, maybe Mother Earth will put new forest where there were none before. Now, if we can just leave theme be, or manage them better.

[Ada]

Just as a tree defies the odds so must we be persistent and steadfast in anything we seek to achieve. Keep writing!

[JE Falcon]

At my age persistent and steadfast is thought of a lot but achieved less often. LOL --- Thanks for the feedback.

[Nick Lee]

I love how the tree and the light born from the tree had a different effect on the people who saw it. This is a very visual poem. I enjoyed it.

[JE Falcon]

Thank You, Nick Lee. --- I like when others like. Have a great new year.

[M. J. Smith]

A tree that can never be wholly destroyed...
Many trees, one forest.
Would that this lesson were more widely known and taught.

[JE Falcon]

Deeper viewing, I see, well noted and true. --- Thanks.

[M. J. Smith]

You are most welcome, Falcon.

[Writergurl]

Wow, I totally love this write, this is wonderful

[JE Falcon]

Thanks so much and have a great day.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh, the joy of loving someone or something who or that is different.
Many rewards...cool shade in a hotly contested world of prejudice and hate.
And maybe Brooklyn is purple now and the tree that grows there is "acceptance."
j.

[JE Falcon]

Odd colored lights come from everywhere, from every age, but I see that only a few last through the ages.