Against The Odds

Against The Odds

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw

On Windsor's bank a sapling grows,
straight-backed and graceful light on leaf.
A slender willow yet to weep,
supportive stakes, no sign of grief.

Ten paces to her left resides
a hollowed bole, two metres wide,
where once a mighty willow bowed
and dipped its tresses sweeping green
into the waters cooling flow.

I do not know what fate ordained
or why or how this tree was felled.
Today I heard it call to me.
'Don't fret or grieve for me', it said.
'Look closer at my roots where shoots
will prove I live, I am not dead'.

© 2018 Christine Anne Shaw


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Beautifully penned, as always Chris, and I hope you had a nice time over the christmas period...or a drunk one...or both :)
I see a lot of felled trees up here, as well as damaged ones being removed near the canal paths, and it always makes me feel a little sad, in a "got no respect for their elders" kinda way.
I dont know about down your way, but I was surprised to find out that it isnt the normal diseases causing this, like dutch elm, but they are being removed for environmental reasons.They are leeching all the industries of the pasts excesses back into the waterwaus and being replaced by young and unpolluted versions. Sad sight, the young replacing the old. You'll find that out some day :)
Ps...admit it, that was smooth :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

That was indeed smooth Lorry. You'll go far :)) Had a good time over the Christmas break. My glass w.. read more
Lorry

1 Year Ago

I heard you all whem n I was crossing the tarmac. Felt like the beatles, until I got tasered for tre.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

:) …..…........



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This is an interesting look at the concept of ongoing life drawn from an everyday natural scene. Two figures are seen on a river bank. One is a sapling, the other the hollowed remains of a willow. The sapling, "yet to weep," represents youth, which has yet to experience life's blows. It has supportive stakes around it, which might represent family or social resources which shelter it in its early growth. Nearby, the willow bole stands like a grave marker. It might excite pity, except that it calls out to the narrator and points out that the small shoots around its roots guarantee by their existence the old tree's survival through them. It is an analogy for our own ongoing life through our offspring and our works. After it all, life continues. Well done.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thank yous John. I like the way you have interpreted my lines. Love your response. All good wis.. read more
Beautifully sad, but happy. I can imagine being in her shade on the banks there. Wonderfully written and rhymed too!

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Richard, yes there is contrast here and also hope. Your visit dear friend much appreciated.. read more
I love willows they are the perfect picture of a lazy summer day or great prose for sorrow. Either way I love this poem and if a willow falls in the forest a poet will hear it.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Cherrie. Willows are incredibly beautiful trees. Their movements are so graceful. You.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

1 Year Ago

Reading your poem was a pleasure.
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

You are always most welcome Cherrie.
Nature and its wonders, and the observers of the world. They are a match for death and entropy for sure. this has a keen eye and a great big heart. You always show us the beauty or reality that surrounds us but we may be too busy to notice.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Crowley. I have more time to notice as I am no longer employed, having taken early retire.. read more
Such is the beauty of nature, when left to its own devices. Wonderfully written.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Lyn. Have to agree with you, nature is both beautiful as well as surprising.
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weeping willow not weeping here. loved the disruption in this poetry. nice pictures in mind.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

May thanks duck for your visit. All good wishes

Chris
love those old willows ..i can feel the sweep of it's greens in the waters ...so pleasnat ....comforting ...an optimist i am grateful for the possitive closing note ..life does go on ... beauty and wonderment survive the felling ..top o' the mahrnin' to ya Chris!
E.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Hello Mr E. I was delighted to see those shoots growing too. Like you it left me with a feeling of o.. read more
Sadly, the quest for profit tries to outwit nature, but rarely defeats it permanently. We have just lost a beautiful 200 year old willow glade to nine " luxury " houses, but how long before their foundations succumb to those hidden tender shoots...... ?
A less gentle interpretation of your poem, perhaps Chris, but you gave me food for thought..

Norman

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Do you know Norman, I'm almost wishing nature reclaims what was taken. How awful to lose a 200 year .. read more
Beautifully penned, as always Chris, and I hope you had a nice time over the christmas period...or a drunk one...or both :)
I see a lot of felled trees up here, as well as damaged ones being removed near the canal paths, and it always makes me feel a little sad, in a "got no respect for their elders" kinda way.
I dont know about down your way, but I was surprised to find out that it isnt the normal diseases causing this, like dutch elm, but they are being removed for environmental reasons.They are leeching all the industries of the pasts excesses back into the waterwaus and being replaced by young and unpolluted versions. Sad sight, the young replacing the old. You'll find that out some day :)
Ps...admit it, that was smooth :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

That was indeed smooth Lorry. You'll go far :)) Had a good time over the Christmas break. My glass w.. read more
Lorry

1 Year Ago

I heard you all whem n I was crossing the tarmac. Felt like the beatles, until I got tasered for tre.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

:) …..…........

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Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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