As the Wind Blows

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Challenge: write your own poem about what one does not have to be/has to be/should be/or shouldn't be. Try to connect your message in some way to nature and our physical world

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Bushels of fruit raised

Bush atop trunk singular

Others of same fruit taller

Their fruit red

Mine green like my leaves

small and hopeful


Seasons pass.


Taller branches reach to me

Assist in raising me to their level

Comfort me when I'm down

Teach me lessons that guide me up

Help to keep me from toppling over


Seasons pass.

Knowledge gained.


Voices of screams raise

They are angry

They are degrading

They don't realize how deeply rooted words can be


They aren't raising me up

For chance of equality

They are unrooting

Sabotage and harmful


Yet time spent imagining the uplifting

Makes letting go hard

They laugh

I cry


Seasons pass.

Knowledge gained.

Happiness drained.


Leaves wilt

Or so it seems

My roots below comfort me

Trunk once at a tilt


I shrink

They believe me gone

New day; dawn

Or so I think


Comforting dirt surrounds

No "should be taller"

No disappointment that I'm smaller

The earth around grounds


Seasons pass.

Knowledge gained.

Happiness drained.

But now alas.


Though they shout cruel things from up above

Its muffled by my fluffy home

My pink thin friends talk of the gnome

Name whispered; "The Morning Dove"


Seasons pass.

Knowledge gained.

Happiness drained.

But now alas.

I understand.


No more do the leaves fall to the roof

Green with expectations high

"The Morning Dove" guy

Rescues me from all those aloof


I have not to be a byproduct or copy

Like my morning dove before

Its time for me to soar

My first flight is sloppy


But even so

My home is where I have been

Even in ten

Or one hundred years; that's where I go


Not among those who bore me as a seed

But among my cozy earthworms

Where there are no sunburns

I only have to be what I need


Seasons pass.

Knowledge gained.

Happiness drained.

But now alas.

I understand.

I belong right as I am.

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