Attrition

There was a tree in the garden

Branches gnarled, trunk thick,

Heavy-laden with fruit to pick.

 

But oh, a storm of violent winds

Tore into what was perfect, and

Left in mangled, broken, wrecked.

 

Now, I watch the blue skies with

Eyes of suspicion, bemoaning

My trust in heaven with attrition.

Reviews

[Green]

So often storms do seem to come out of nowhere, and destroy what we thought we'd managed to build for ourselves. And although you don't specifically speak to it here, I find hints in the last part about how beautiful the weather can sometimes seem after a storm, so deceptive and disarming.

[John the Baptist]

I may be way off base, but this one made me think of Ukraine. It was doing all right as an independent, democratically ruled country until the Russian winds tore into it. The Ukrainians are fighting heroically, but I think Putin is employing a strategy of attrition. It should make us all look with eyes of suspicion.

[Laz K.]

The analogy could be applied to any number of different situations. What prompted me was not a political conflict, but rather a more personal one, though. Thank you for reading and commenting.