The old man and the tree

They both are old and have lived their life.

Under broad and bushy eyebrows staring

misty watery eyes in their last light

wrinkles that carves this grooves into his sight

writing pain in old age and gesturing

 

the tree in front of his house gave him ease

protecting and robust, not fleeing the storm

catching the hardest blows, there for the form

profoundly sad and leafless in disease

 

gray and silky hair that you can count now

a toothless mouth almost, to try to tell

the effort to live life, so sad, so slow

 

the man, the tree, they have given it how

they used to know, waiting for the last spell  

in the end, to find hope at God’s rainbow.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Reviews

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ah, the cycle of life, captured so well in this beautiful poetry...while there is sadness, there is something calming about it too, knowing that all living things meet their ends, one day...death becomes the great equalizer, where we all go out the same...love this, Rudi

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, FT, for reading and commenting. Glad you loved it. :) Rudi

[R Smith]

the old man and the tree grow side by side in age and sorrow but sharing love and life in this lovely poem, well done Rudi :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, Richard. Glad you liked it. It's a poem (Italian sonnet form) I've written a long time ago about my father in law and the big tree in his garden. Both old and wise and sadly enough not among us anymore. :) Rudi

[Cassie]

A poem like this one, i will definitely shelve

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, Cassie, for visiting and reviewing. Have a good day. :) Rudi

[Ed Fagan]

I absolutely feel this write. I've watched this tree grow, although it was there before I was born, I watched it grow. I watched as the leaves fell and the branches leaned ... I loved that tree.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you very much, Ed, for passing by, reading and reviewing. Have a good day. :) Rudi