Deserted

Not Really a Poem

 

Forgotten and detached from the bloom of life. The field lays miles and miles of vast, unused joy that may or may not have once housed a lush blossom of flowers of every kind; the very essence and scene of brisk, bold and stimulating vitality. But alas, only the dour tree of a lost and forgotten, or never existing, civilization. Swaying above the forlorn tree is an insidious sky that gibes and jeers the tree that fortitudes through a hopeless attempt to keep such a dead scene from dying. Only the sky and the stolid grass, that gives an intimation of opulent possibilities, or futile ones, leave the empty tree in a spacious state of a forgotten life that may or may not have even bloomed.

Author's Note

This is an observation I did in my composition class

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good poem with a good message . I like the imagery too...:)

[raining]

very good description of the perception you had of the tree, the words are percussive and hit at the empty soul, the forlorn and the immediacy of interconnections seems to make all of the words rise up into the dark air. You use words which normally would not be complete in their use but which in this piece seem to work quite well together. thanks ...raining

[Rachel Elizabeth]

I find that beautiful in a deranged view.
Very well written.

[deeps]

I hope you don't mind me asking what Stolid grass is?
I like this write i found despair and beauty in it.
Well written write the picture goes well with the write.
Like this alot.