Less Than

Less Than

A Poem by Robert Ray


From my library,

 through iced glass,

 the naked oak

 stares back at me;

Bold but not free.

 

Washed, rinsed

 of her green cloak;

 an autumn cleanse,

 a seasonal amends;

Clean but not free.

 

Crystalized armor,

 trunk to limb,

 shivers in gray,

 still she stands;

Strong but not free.

 

Wooden warriors,

 strange mirrors, we,

 resilient from youth;

Now reflections of truth,

 silver armor flakes

 atop our dirty shackles.

 

From my library,

 through thawed glass,

 truth blooms.

Alive but not free…

  Not as bold, strong or clean.

I am less than she.

 


© 2018 Robert Ray



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Wooden warriors, - strange mirrors, we, - resilient from youth; - ' Now reflections of truth ~ silver armor flakes - atop our dirty shackles. ' Five glorious stanzas, each decked in its own scene. The outdoors teaches more than a lesson, reminds us how it is to live surrounded by time, that some aspects alter, other do not BUT like the rolling stone, the good, the bad and in between is gathered.. i believe, for a reason. s.. Perhaps. Fine language, thouhts sincerely considered.

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Robert Ray

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Thank you, Emma. I always enjoy reading your reviews. A kind review from an exceptional poet.



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Wooden warriors, - strange mirrors, we, - resilient from youth; - ' Now reflections of truth ~ silver armor flakes - atop our dirty shackles. ' Five glorious stanzas, each decked in its own scene. The outdoors teaches more than a lesson, reminds us how it is to live surrounded by time, that some aspects alter, other do not BUT like the rolling stone, the good, the bad and in between is gathered.. i believe, for a reason. s.. Perhaps. Fine language, thouhts sincerely considered.

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Robert Ray

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Thank you, Emma. I always enjoy reading your reviews. A kind review from an exceptional poet.
but we are truth as we age, we just don't like the looks of it...the gray, the wisdom we wish we didn't have.

We don't move as recklessly and we miss that abandon...but something about us that is good gets preserved...and some of the wrinkles in the wood...just show the preservation of what we have learned in life.

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Robert Ray

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All good observations, J., and better said than I could imagine. If I've gained anything with age, .. read more

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Tags: nature, self awareness, self reflection, truth, strength, resilience, winter, fall, seasons, trees, humanity, poetry, poem, free verse

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Robert Ray
Robert Ray

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