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Poems by Eloida Capuno : 34 / 166
Driftwood
the fledgling bush
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
twigs outstretched
its leaves spread
with pride
the world watched
for its downfall
from hurricane of woes
the now mighty tree
survived not without
scars; until its golden
hair turned into brown
age caught up
leaves wilted
its body gave in
no longer proud
in the river by the
bank of its childhood
a driftwood floats
to nowhere
Eloida Capuno
Submitted: Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Poems by Eloida Capuno : 34 / 166
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beautiful ink.'the world watched for its downfall from hurricane of woes' is very nice.
driftwood floats to nowhere, good write, thanks.
I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Your poems have powerful endings that stay with the reader. Excelent poem.
i dont know if it was your intended effect but it made me a bit sad...like i am standing tall and strong now but for what? to be a forgotten driftwood. great poem though: ]
I like very much - took me to a place of peaceful seasons in my mind.
Agree with Danny, beautifully expressed.
Really nice! Saw it, felt it, loved it.
This is a most wondrous image and intrigue!
The cycle of life, it ebbs and it flows, nicely expressed,