The Fallen Tree Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
The Fallen Tree
The fallen tree lies still
Amongst the hush of autumn morn,
And dwells within a weeded tomb
Upon an amber bed,
The silence stirred from slumber
Crunching leaves beneath my feet,
When once they flickered in the breeze
They now lay cold and dead.
The fallen tree lies still
Amongst the nettles that remain,
And wrapped within an ivy shawl
That's dampened by the dew,
It winds around its brittle trunk
And grips its winkled bark,
Its leaves are shining in the sun
That's slowly breaking through.
The fallen tree lies still
Amongst the mass of broken twigs,
As beams descend through branches bare
In sadness it does dwell,
To light the wilting bracken
On the long and winding path,
That gently waves as I do pass
And bids a last farewell.
Beautiful words, woven into a delightful painting. Again I can picture the scene. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Wonderful choice of words, awesome imagery, lilting music and master song smith singing of the soul. CP
Oh! Deep feeling of loss. Nice artistic work. You may like to rate my poem: The Fallen Tree Thanks
metaphorically exudes the feeling of loss. actually, the departure of any life now triggers my sentimental side, daresay, sometimes more for the less socialized than is often acceptable. a wonderful portrait you have painted here, andrew. excellent read. -Tailor
You always amaze me with your ability to deliver such beautiful scenes Andrew, in this piece you have painted life in such a genius way....i adore your craft my friend
Poor darling tree. I feel like crying. It is because you have built your imagery so well into the sad fate of its surroundings. Your word pictures are amazing and I think you see so much beauty and sadness always and everywhere. This is why your talent is one of a Master Poet. 10 Karin Anderson
Andrew, what a beautifully written peace, penned with so very much sadness, and I can relate so well, as it had its life, and now bidding you farewell, however remember life's cycle, the ants now have a haven, the moss now can blanket its once very prowd and sturdy trunk, the insects now will live off the moss, and life will recylce its world..... Lovely written, from the center of my heart I give you a 10 plus........
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4/25/2024 9:41:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very poignant and beautiful. I have never forgotten the great elm tree that graced our backyard for so many years. This gentle giant continues to appear in my dreams. IMO, this is one of your best. Warm regards, Sandra