Once a mighty tree

Green turned to brown

nature's home in shards

Time's rot has taken the crown

memories for birds, the bards

A pile of decomposing wood splinters lay

where once towered mighty trees

Memories rot where rain and sun now play

discarded past carried by ants and breeze

Assending smoke marks the loss

Dank debris a funeral pyre

Beside it forked branches form a cross

washed in sputtering fire

Its shadows growing small to tall

A cemetery of ash and dust

sprouts new life that too will fall

Broken dreams inside chard crust

Reviews

[berenongur]

I love how your poems make me feel like I'm reading a story. This is absolutely beautifulll. have the best day

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most kind words they are deeply valued

[Ken Simm.]

Ah the memories of trees. There is one near here that is rumoured to be 9000 years old. And I can believe it. It is called the Fortingale Yew if you are interested.
This poem certainly does its subject justice.

[Soren]

Thank you Ken for the read and comment.One of my fond childhood memories was going to see the redwoods and giant sequoias, latter moving near by they amazed me with their size and age. Latter going to see the Joshua trees that were even older I often asked what makes life so long for some and not others.

[Ken Simm.]

I've seen those Redwoods in California. Amazing things.

[fallon]

"Broken dreams inside chard crust" is a very powerful last line.
I love this poem. Partly because I love trees. But there is such beauty even when those trees have died. Your description showcases that beauty to me. It also points to the tragedy of constant change, that the old must burn to the ground so the new can exist.
I enjoyed this read! Thank you

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your review and interpretation that is most appreciated. I too love trees and yes change can be a tragedy but is also inevitable.

[Arundass TP]

Very powerful poem. It stick my heart really. Keep it up friend 👍 💯

[Soren]

Thank you Arundass for the read and most kind comment it is most appreciated

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that might tree with all its strength, felled, burnt to a crisp....much like the idea of love in our society. I like the references to the crucifixion here...
Once a might tree could refer to Jesus, it could refer to our society...or just to each one of us as we grow older...and often times learn too late from our mistakes.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Jacob for the read and interpretation it is most appreciated. I am not a religious man in the traditional sense but the cross is a universalsymbol for martyrdom and even more anciently for the four directions

[Marie]

The demise of a once, beautiful, tall tree is very finely crafted and beautifully penned in this poem.
It's beautiful crown is missing where once the little birds built their nests and sang their praises of Mother Nature. The tree is now decomposing from the rain and rot and is being burned for safety reasons. The smoke from the fire reaches for the sky as if mourning the loss of the once, proud and beautiful tree.
The silhouettes of the tree vary from small to tall and from the tree's cremation will sprout new life that in the passing of time, will also fall.
A poignant write from the poet's poetic pen outlining the funeral of a once, healthy tree cut down for safety reasons and it is so sad to think that the new tree which will grow in its place may face the same demise one day.
A beautiful narration wrapped in sadness, for me.
Thank you for sharing, Soren. Great write! I love your poetry...

[Soren]

Thanks Marie for the read and understanding comment, We all face the aging of time and what we leave behind too will face the same issues. Time erases all and replaces all

[Marie]

Yes, that is so true, Soren. Somehow, the demise of the tree upsets me a great deal more than my own demise! Don't know why. The circle of life is wondrous! Most welcome always, Soren and thank you again for sharing...