When times
of desperation greet me
With
tempest and with livid storm
And
violent winds wish to defeat me
And
swallow me within their swarm
I will
remember where I’m rooted
And there
with courage will abide
And though
the winds my leaves have looted
Maintain
my faith though it be tried
So let the
darkest storm clouds thunder
Let rain
and wind their havocs wreak
The world
around me wide will wonder
How I am
strong, yet seem so meek
-jwm
Of the
Poem:
Stanza: Quatrain
Stanza: Quatrain
The idea
came from a parable Arthur Schopenhauer (I think it was Schopenhauer) told
about a pine tree- the point of the parable being that pines, though they're
not the most becoming of trees, are nobler because they're less susceptible to
change unlike other, more beautiful, deciduous trees.
The reason
for the poem, unfortunately, is a tough time I'm going through (a sort of
reminder to myself to be strong) .
This is thick wholesome honey, John. Makes me think of a line from a favourite song by Michael Franks: "But we are Trees not Vines, you know..."
ReplyDeletethis was delightful, John, you're a master of rhymes! /bowsroyaly/
ReplyDeletePowerful imagery and deep emotion. I love this poem. It speaks to a deep place that many are familiar with.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the tough spot, John, but glad for the strength that will pull you through. Sending prayers your way.
Also, just found this tucked in a book. Written around 1997-1998 or so. Not related, but thought I'd share it with my favorite poetry muse. Here goes:
Touch - soft, fleeting, teasing
Sweet, delicious shivers dance along my spine
A glance pierces the soul and reaches the eternity of spirit
The promise of ecstasy strips the breath from my body
Dizzying illusions collide between realities
Iridescent bubbles floating tenuously upon the currents of wind
All and nothing intertwined as one
Here today... tomorrow never comes.
This poem is right on time for me. Good work brotha. Good work.
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