The Shadow Behind the Oak Tree

I want to be like the

grass rooted into the soil,

and not having to worry

about anything around me

because grass is grass.

 

I want to be the grass

that grows in the meadow

behind my crimson house back home.

The emerald field expands into the tree line in the distance,

to where the mauve lilacs mark their territory,

to the line between here and there.

between the beyond and the now.

It reflects the spot between the darkness of the forest past those lilacs

and the before resting area for those not ready.

I see both sides at once when I see this meadow of grass.

That grass is the grass I want

because when the sun shines down on it

all one will see is the reflection of that light from above,

white reflections to the eye of the watcher.

 

Instead, everything around me looks black.

I am the shadow that casts behind

the oak tree with the old and stretched rope swing.

I am a shadow that wishes to grow the roots

to ground me to this place

so I can no longer float

into the unknown territory of passing time.

I am a shadow that will eventually disappear as the sun does,

Only to show up when expected to,

Only to be used on a hot day.

I am blind to the reality of putting voices to faces of importance

because my existence is temporary

so why bother?

 

-S.L.S.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and strong emotions and thoughts in the poetry.
"I want to be like the grass,
grounded to the earth forever,
and not having to worry about the voices around me,
because they would just be voices
and all my worries would be lifted away"
I do like the above lines. Would be nice to be part of the earth and know no concern. Thank you dear Poet for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

because all I would need

is rain and soil to keep me alive.

[Haeshin]

Sounds sad and hopeful at the same time.