David Wood

Gold Star - 13,745 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Facing Winter - Poem by David Wood

The silky afternoon sun
Bathed the river Tawe
In silver streaks.
From tree lined banks
Fading leaves turned brown,
Gave up and fell
Like soldiers going over the top.
Climbing up cast iron trunks
Crept ivy,
Choking their hosts
Alder and sycamore,
It didn't care which,
Weeping willow,
And white willow,
Lining the bank fared better.
Survival of the fittest
Prevailing over God's plan.
The beauty of nature
Raw, ugly, brutal.
Far removed from
Manicured country parks.
Late autumn,
Preparing for winter
And survival.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death, nature

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

It seems I have to leave an explanation, rivers in poems means all life, trees people, number of trees number of races, falling leaves life and death, ivy creeping all the things that are imposed upon us in society that choke us. That it is a survival of the fittest, wild nature ordinary people trying to survive over the rich manicured 1% who have all the wealth. It's not just a dumb nature poem folks.

Comments about Facing Winter by David Wood

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/26/2015 3:34:00 AM)


    Wonderful imagery. Marvellous expression. Thanks for sharing an amusing poem. - - - - 10 (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (11/25/2015 11:59:00 AM)


    Yes, welcome back. Marvelous poem, David. (Did you mean IVY?) (Report) Reply

    David Wood (11/25/2015 12:09:00 PM)

    Well spotted Kelly.

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/25/2015 8:25:00 AM)


    Awesome imagery, welcome back after a long gap, missed your poems....10++++
    The silky afternoon sun
    Bathed the river Tawe
    In silver streaks.
    From tree lined banks....Superb Mr. Wood
    (Report) Reply

    David Wood (11/25/2015 9:52:00 AM)

    Thank you Mohammed, I've been busy writing lyrics to songs and a booklet of poems for people who have lost a loved one.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 28, 2015


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