Acorn And Oak Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Acorn And Oak
Big things have small beginnings
Best to stay alert
If your mind is of the rare kind
Unhindered by convention
You are you see, both spark and flame
When at last you realize
The illusion of the hour and its value
Stolen moments lost forever
The swallow will not always be
Swift upon the wing
The creature will not always be
An acrobatic wonder
A snowflake stirs an avalanche
A raindrop floods the meadow
A mistake may be the end of you
A change will see you through
Big things have small beginnings
A seed in a fertile mind
Nourished by awareness
Untarnished by our times
So true and inspirational. Who could ever think that a huge oak tree resides in an acorn. Thanks for sharing.
I remember as a long haired young man laying down and looking at a single massive stately oak alone in a groomed park. I imagined its roots clutching the earth in mirrored enormity and I thought upon the illusion of it sitting atop the world when in fact it sprouted as a tree in Indian atop the world. How could they both do so? But they did and they do, at least to our admiring eyes.
This one is full of wisdom. A journey of self-discovery benefits not only the individual but a whole society. The words are more precious than jewels because they have the power to inspire and revolutionize. I agree with you that a small step can lead to great things. We grow with time. It just takes a small seed to become a mighty oak. Likewise a small idea in a mind grows to become a massive discovery beneficial to whole mankind. A10
Yes Nosheen and yet we must be careful too. As of late I am afraid that I have been honest to a fault when silence would be the wise path. So I say a mistake may be the end of you. A misspoken word no matter how justified may be the flake that starts an avalanche. Each day I tell myself that I will be wiser only to fail again. Wondering how to change the habits formed. A thought may set in motion a revolution in ones world but first the will must be there. Free will coupled with a desire to be and do better. To expel the demons of self destructive thought and habits. If we should begin to build a new and better self and cast out our old and weaker self what will that foundation be made of? How will it withstand the shaky sandy ground of our worn ways?
edmund, i'm starting to explore your poetry and came on this. as with your poem of the day, it is well-crafted. don't know if this is what you in your mind, but mine goes to what i consider the inordinate attention many give to politics and government as if they, if done right, will solve all or most of our problems. meanwhile, things in nature which may largely go unnoticed, things under are feet and surrounding us, are working or showing great things. coming at it slightly differently, you might like my poems losing battle and only for a moment. gk
How curious that your initials are G.K. as in G.K. Chesterton and even more interesting rather than coincidental is your observation about individuals putting all of their eggs in that sketchy political/government basket that too reminded me of Chesterton. He made that point clear and spoke of those things that last and unite us as well as individuals. Saying that anything can go with the flow but you had to be alive to swim upstream. I have seen my share of the human condition and take it for what it is worth. We are inundated by information. You remember when news was found within a folded paper or portioned out on the nightly news. Enough to ruminate on but now everyone is a genius and 24/7 the news/philosophy saturates our lives along with the shiny objects of technology and image. When technology ceases to be a tool but then becomes an obsession and overly stimulated children have a mini computer as an appendage that they would rather lose an arm than sacrifice their phone like an umbilical cord. Where does the technology end and the human begin. They do not end. They are as intertwined as the vines of a bushy clematis. I find it all both disturbing and quite honestly boring. The more I am around people the more fascinated I am with the clouds above their heads and the grass beneath their feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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One of the things- -the many things- - I admire about your writings is that you are so capable of saying a simple truth and in seconds are taking it under the surface and searching it for depths unforeseen and maybe unwanted. For example- - - Big things have small beginnings Best to stay alert On the surface this is such a happy remark~~don't worry, be happy. But then the words echo in the dark alleys and byways of your readers' minds. Big things, say the whisperings from the back of our minds, does not necessarily say desirable things...... stay alert? oh, yes, man the lookouts, man the watch, whenever we are enticed to look north, whirl and look south. Frankly, one lesson I have learned from life is to beware when my attention is zooming in on one place because something is creeping up behind me- - -sounds paranoid, I know, but the mathematics prove it out. And then you write this one and the same time lovely beyond measure and sadly true- - - -You are you see, both spark and flame When at last you realize The illusion of the hour and its value - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Edmund you are my favorite poet of profundity - - -always poetic, always wise in your searchings, always honest in your reflections. You are, to me, like one of my favorite authors, John D. MacDonald. He wrote the Travis McGee series [which could be under-rated by literary snobs because of its genre] but his prose was often poetic in its deep imagery and there was always a sense of reflection and wise searchings- -when I read his books, I always felt like I was curled up in an armchair in the evening before a crackling fire sipping from a mug of hot chocolate and having a deep conversation with a good and wise friend. That's the way I feel when reading your poetry. Another gazillion 10's and an honored spot on my fav list..
A million apologies Zuzan! Yes we must transcend. I was a victim of late of my own issues. Piling them high atop one another believing I had control when I did not and yet I was self aware enough to known from where this root gave birth to this tangled mess. Is there anything better than self awareness? The single most important feature of who we are. From which all other traits spring. So you see when we are alert and aware we are golden, balanced and strong beyond measure in the knowledge that we are on this journey together. Yes Susan Williams I have no doubt that you understand and your example will inspire. Your beautiful tribute to Mr. McGee would melt his heart! I would like to think that the very reason he first picked up the pen was to express and connect with kindred spirits, just as you do. There is a beautiful perfect full moon tonight and I know now that many eyes taking in the silent glory of this calm cloudless night.....I will read Travis and I am sure I will be thanking you!