THE HOLLOWS

"live to die, sow to reap"

grand towering limbs 

reach to meet

branches a flourishing keep

twigs to trunks create

a stretch to breathe

crooked seedlings bow in need

live to die, and sow to reap 

sewn together a needle to seam

hand to cheek

a means plunges deep 

moves a steady pulse to bleed

seeping shallows underneath

beating tree to tree 

a hollow quant and sweet

free will drives the darkness 

a gesture to greet 

the animal unseen

shadows join in to deceive 

the passerby and inbetweens

a hunter to a prey

the profile of trees  

dazed in the headlight beams

outline reality as a thief 

stealing moments 

yet to be 

the forgotten trinkets  

hang from trees

a keepsake for a figurine 

trapped beads concede

to a broken string

fall along the wayside 

finding hope is still free 

playing content in the wind 

chasing tossed debris

gathering leaves 

one by on they fall weak

remnant colors in deceit 

raise to a scatter 

a boundless retreat

content to repeat 

the redeeming sweep

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

Reviews

[Edizen]

I don't know why but I thought of this as a mother's daily struggle with her kids. I might be way off the mark but I quite like this poem.

[Pete]

we are inextricably linked to nature. i like how you've personified the trees. there is hope and sadness in your words. i glean a lot of philosophy from this. keep growing and reaching/stretching to the sky no matter what happens. sometimes we become knotted and empty but it's a journey & part of the cycle of life. like the trees, we press on despite the 'hollows'. redemption lies within ... :)

this line stood out to me:

free will drives the darkness

[Weeping willow]

Wow! very interesting write, sorta creepy. The flow is done beautifully and words bring so many images to mind. Like painting pictures with words alongside my mind ;-] Love it