I had to write a metaphorical poem, based on a prompt I received. This is my take on it.
I sat in my garden
Resting my back
Against the trunk
Of an old oak tree
Gazing at all
All that lay before me –
Content and happy
Seeds that I had sowed
Some that had been bestowed
By wind
By water
By animal
By man
Man, like me
I watered every seed
I tended to their every need
And I watched them grow-
Some bore fruit
Some flowered
And some withered away
Before they saw the light of day
Of those that bore fruit,
some were bitter
And they hurt my tummy
Of those that flowered
Some had thorns
And they pricked me
When I went near
I couldn’t keep those
And those exotic ones
That demanded more
More than I could give
It broke my heart
To let them go
But I did
And now as the sun sets
I sit resting my back
Against the trunk
Of the old oak tree
Basking in the shade
of all around me –
content and happy
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Yeah, that is the truth and cannot be denied at all. I’m happy as well to have beautiful people with amazing minds.
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It’s so sad and beautifully written 👍👍
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It’s the truth. That’s life, isn’t it? Not all seeds we sow are right. We need to let go :). Thank you for reading it. Am glad you liked it.
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A lovely poem. I like the metaphorical idea. I have been travelling again but am back now [thank goodness].
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Thanks Robbie. So glad you liked it. Oh wow…travelling again. Since you’re happy to be back, I presume its work that’s kept you away :). Well, I’m glad you’re back
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I traveled for work but it doesn’t leave much time for blogging. I am glad to be back home and getting into my routines again.
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