Falling Petals

Falling Petals

A Poem by Skoo.

         Mother, I have failed you,

         Participated in the destruction

         Of the beautiful land you gave us.

                I have cleared away emerald life,

                And replaced it with stone,

                Building metal towers

                As hollow as my soul.

 

         Mother, I have failed you,

         Joined the hunts and butchery

         That so indifferently rip apart children.

                A decade I stood strong

                Against the cruelty of it all,

                But I was weak, and they pushed,

                And so, I did fall.

 

         Mother, I have failed you,

         Disobeying natural patience

         And giving in, throwing away the virtue

                I thought I wanted to,

                So I allowed the lust  

                To consume me,

                I thought that I must.

 

The petals fell from the adolescent tree

And fluttered in the winds of change.

I'm sorry, Mother, for growing up,

And entering a world so strange.

© 2013 Skoo.


Author's Note

Skoo.
An apology to Mother Nature...
Thanks for reading (: ♥

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"The petals fell from the adolescent tree
And fluttered in the winds of change.
I'm sorry, Mother, for growing up,
And entering a world so strange."
Still doin that "end with a rhyme" thing I see; and it really does work well. I love analogies using the "winds of change". :)
I would have assumed this was to your actual mother, but now that I re-read it, it makes more sense your way :)
Nicely written :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Hmmm I like the fact that you're apologizing to Mother Nature, and its the thought that counts (I also am sure you're doing what you can to make it up to Mother Nature) But Mother Nature is a force to be reckoned with :) Good job

Posted 13 Years Ago


Once again, this poem was beautiful. I loved it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I totally agree with you. My husband and I, although we are not vegetarians (I did try but I loved steak too much), practice recycling and we have gone green as much as possible. I think it is very important to not harm mother earth anymore. I love that your poem brought awareness to this issue!

Posted 13 Years Ago


The lust for meat in falling petals, who would have known! You have a power of phrasing that is obvious here, I like it how it's the youth that have more of a social conscience than anyone else! Surely writing is a good outlet to come to terms with this strange world :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


This poem is BRILLIANT.....Really captured me, my eyes wouldn't leave the screen :)
The last stanza is excellent. I am definitely going to read more of your work :D

p.s. your eyes are amazing lol :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


A very powerful poem. You are correct in your words. We have let poor Mother nature down. We cut down the great trees and pollute the sea. I like how you wrote this poem. It was more personal then a complain toward others. A very good ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


"The petals fell from the adolescent tree
And fluttered in the winds of change.
I'm sorry, Mother, for growing up,
And entering a world so strange."
Still doin that "end with a rhyme" thing I see; and it really does work well. I love analogies using the "winds of change". :)
I would have assumed this was to your actual mother, but now that I re-read it, it makes more sense your way :)
Nicely written :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Again, nice work. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Never be sorry for growing up by the Eternal girl you made it this far and you learned hard-taught lessons use them to your advantage Life was made to be lived not regretted Live and laugh but most of all love!
LOve who youare who you have become and who you will eventually be!

Posted 13 Years Ago


'Building metal towers
As hollow as my soul'
imagery, emotion, appeal, purpose... Can't ask for anything more. Grade A

Posted 13 Years Ago



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