Broken Branch

 

 

Sun shining

leaves fall

green bleeding

nak-ed....tall

 

wind whispers

superfluous rhymes

breaking wood

a sign of times

 

broken branch

wounded not dead

leaves will bloom

on the bottom instead

 

whipped and torn

chained to trunk

refusing to die

or fall - kerplunk

 

will is weak

spirit is strong

branch survives

where trunk went wrong

 

trunk will die

and branch will live

for branch has so

much more to give

 

broken branch

wounded not dead

leaves will bloom

on the bottom instead

Author's Note

Picture taken by Ken Simm. A woman, though born from another woman, doesn't have to be the same woman she was born from. I am the branch, and she is the tree.

Reviews

[A.J. Smith]

Wonderfully penned poem...love your rhythm and rhyme, colorful word choice. Such a life metaphor. I've seen this situation, literally, in the woods...a fallen mighty tree, all dead but for a perfectly vibrant offshoot. I suspect this situation, or one analogous to it, happens in life quite often...from business spin-offs to children, to relationships. Very thought-provoking piece...nice work. Thank you for sharing it.

PS, my Steelers are going to teach your Bolts how football is played on 16 November! :)

[Dezaraye]

I like the rhythm of this piece and the message. It's really a beautiful poem and a great metaphor.

[Ken Simm.]

I think I know what this is about. But I could be wrong. Quirky and sweet.