Old and forgotten

I dug this up and thought it had merit

 

Old and forgotten

The tree is a stump

It isn’t a grand old willow

It doesn’t reach into the stars

With great swaying leaves catching comets

Not a fortress of imagination

Like the battle ground of many

Nor the shade for a beast

There are no birds with songs

No insects with wings

There is no life

Just the dry, bare, grey stump

Rotting into oblivion

People are not going to picnic

Beneath its shade

No laughs will echo through the branches 

No more stories etched into rings

Only time will see

As its slowly fades away.

Reviews

[Spookers]

It's weird how someone can take something as simple as a tree stump and make such a lovely poem full of a metaphor for life. Like just today, I was driving in the rain, and realized that I need to get new windshield whipers becuase they were not clearing away the rain properly. But because of the rain and old windshield whippers, the road looked kind of blury and it was hard to see at times, and I thought, "This has got to be some fucked up metaphor for my life right now." Thanks for sharing this awesome poem. I hope to read more in the near future X3

[Mirror]

Dear, this have a feel of story. i love your mind...you bring back the feel of literacy.

[Steven]

Often enumerating what is not is the best way to frame what is. Nice write.

[zainul]

Each stanza is a part of the great song that paints the life of us in this planet.
Very nice work.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Fantastic, healthy and joyful.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for posting ...:)

[Joshua David Dary]

Simply amazing. You have such a brilliant eye for seeing things for more than what they truly are; that's an INSANELY rare gift. One of my favorite poems, ever. Truly astounding work. Well done! :)

[PossiblyAlice]

thanks so much, that means a lot

[unsavable_soul]

Deep,
This is really good. Nice strong build up executed into an insurmountable idea. There is much to be said with your ability to describe in profound context simplistic concepts. We are all a stump at best, and most definitely victims to time even if nothing else victimizes us. Your ending is also very thought provoking. Time being the only thing always there even though to us time is a perspective and not substantial. i look forward to more writing from you Circles.
Sincerely
Christopher

[Silhouette]

Really good imagery…and I lov the folw of your words. Well done =)

[N!LoC]

oh this certainly has MERIT alright!

[PossiblyAlice]

How so?

[N!LoC]

it just has.... :-)

[PossiblyAlice]

Well thanks then