GLOATING OAK

Poem

 

                                    Scrambled branches,

                      Shivering leaves,

                  Incursive grief,

                     Estranged breeze,

                  Bellowing brief,

                  Catkins stark,

                       Rusting bark,                    

                  Demurely parched,

                       Oak tree gloats

                         A silent oath.

 

 

                     

                 

Author's Note

Reviews are welcome

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I think you are doing a wonderful job for the adjective. At school we were taught not to use too many adjectives but to use similies instead. I always rather disagreed because I think there are some wonderful adjectives, especially when they are used as sort of similies, as you have done. Well done for writing this poem full of visual pictures ( rather then metaphores!) I think they are going to have to invent some more words for poetry forms! I shall watch your space!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hello, nice to hear from you, I'm pleased that your liked this one, and to become acquainted, I really appreciate your elaborations, Great Aunt Astri, much thanks, see you another time :)

[KAOlmsted]

If any tree can gloat, it is certainly the oak ;-) Well done, Sheema.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate your encouraging comments dear Kimmer :)

[KAOlmsted]

Always my pleasure, my enormously talented friend!

[Tai Ryens]

Trembling in fear because of a secret that cannot be told, shaking as if our limbs were branches blown by the wind and we still need to keep a silence alike to a tree... Wonderful symbolism you've here.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Much appreciated dear Tai :)

[Bobbie Coelho]

I like this, very short but very descriptive

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hello dear Bobbie, thank you so much for liking, I'm so happy to hear from you:)

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Nice metaphor of oak and poetry here. Love the word choice and the conciseness of this one.
Good job!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hello Dhaye, thanks so kindly for dropping in to comment with such dedication :)

[Jack...]

I have several 200+ year old oaks on my property and your poem captures the essence of these stately trees perfectly. Very nicely done.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

How very interesting, thank you Jack, pleased to hear from you :)

[SyberRose]

A lovely and nicely dark feel to your words Sheema...Rose:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Oh hi, nice to hear from you, thank you so much SyberRose :)

[L.Edward]

Demurely parched. Love it. Has a Halloweeny feel to it. Ominous at the ending. Perhaps not the kind of forrest you would like to find yourself in on all hallows eve.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

So kind of you to comment Lee, yes I guess that there is an eerie nature to this poem, glad to have spooked you successfully!

[L.Edward]

Yes indeedy. Consider me spookified!

[Mark]

Very nice. Big old oaks are the elders of the tree world. Of course there are redwoods and sequioa but the oaks don't have to know about them.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Indeed, best to keep them rooted in their blissful ignorance, kind to you to drop by and review, Mark :0 )

[Akashi]

You have gave me a calm sense of nature. Your writings are masterpieces.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I much appreciate your outstanding review, Akashi :)

[Akashi]

You are welcome. :)