From the Surviving Seed

My inspiration was sown,
Back on a chilly grey land,
After my dear seeds were blown,
By winds that froze up my hand.
My instincts led me to hold,
Onto a growing new tree,
Which I now climb to unfold,
Sturdy shoots of destiny.

With rising branches to find,
I lose sight of the devil,
And prospects I left behind,
Sacrificed for the travel.
I am but mere under skies,
But I cling on to my tree,
The cold winds blow through my sighs,
As I see wings of the free.

Piercing the sky we grow tall,
No limits could keep us bound,
No one can now make me fall,
I hope you cheer from the ground.
For my exploits I owe love,
To down below by the roots,
So when they are ripe enough,
I shall bring down all the fruits.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is "tree hugger" on steroids! I love this poem! One of my favorites to intertwine nature with a solid philosophical message. It's brilliant to describe climbing a tree as one pulling oneself up by the boot straps, as we used to say. It's brilliant to show the bad stuff down below & the good stuff up above & making this climb feel like an irresistible ascension. This is so original & upbeat & imaginative! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Archishman Rick]

Im very glad that you so enjoyed this, dear Ms. Margie. :) Maybe I should use that profile picture of yours as the theme image for this poem Haha. Seems the poem is quite similar to Tree Hugger, just with some backstory depicted with metaphors. I hope you could visualize a clear image reading this since I've come to know you appreciate showing over telling. Here, it is the seed of inspiration that survived, after many fond ones of the climber were blown away on a difficult land or setting. Even so, the climber keeps rising with tree of inspiration and promises to bring back down the fruits after. Fondly, Rick :)

[barleygirl]

Thank you for reminding me to change my avatar since Halloween is long gone now! This poem was very visual & tactile to read!

[Archishman Rick]

Haha no prob :)

[Just Kim]

I love this one, This is so wonderful, I enjoyed this write a lot

[Archishman Rick]

That means a whole lot, thank you deeply Kim.

[John the Baptist]

Assuming the tree is symbolic, it seems to me that the new tree may be something of a second chance. The blown seeds may represent an early endeavor that soured and came to nothing. Now the speaker, though maybe not out of the woods yet, is clinging to the new tree doggedly, and has lost sight of the "devil," which may stand for something inner that caused the initial failure. Now, however, growth is being experienced, and the speaker feels there will be no limits and that the effort will finally bear fruit. Good luck and hold tight.

[Archishman Rick]

Thank you heartily dear sir, your analysis is suave and spot on. What more can I say, hope you are all well and wish you peace in this new year.