Reciprocation

A poem inspired on a nature walk.

An old log lies upon the side
of a hill, twisted, once a proud tree.
Moss grows along its dank and rotting
channels which time has turned.
Shattered bark points to and fro
like the ravaged meta of war.
Am image of death, this once-sturdy tree,
now waiting for inevitable decay;
it reminds me of a cannon barrel
from the Armada which has succumbed to
the battle of age and displacement,
its last shots fired long ago.
Rest peacefully. old tree,
refurbish the soil, be as one
with the earth, let weather toil.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

that is why to this day I cannot bring myself to cut down a tree

[Karina Longo]

That's a lovely, heartfelt poem. Nature's devastation, world's devastation actually is a cancer nowadays and it's impossible not to think about it after reading your piece, which, to me, also praises purity as it must.

[JENY]

The message you convey…..
Through the piece of log….
Awaiting decay…
Touched me….
Kudos to the poet you are…

[Desert Dreamer]

An interesting image of the tree, once living, as it is becoming soil for new life, almost as if it is a piece of abstract art.