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


P.C. From the net

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Posted by:Smitha V

A banker by profession, a blogger by choice, a poet by accident, and an artist at heart. Imperfectly perfect - that's me. Welcome to my world!

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