The Maple Poem by John May

The Maple

Rating: 4.5


When times of desperation greet me
With tempest and with livid storm
And violent winds wish to defeat me
And swallow me within their swarm

I will remember where I'm rooted
And there with courage will abide
And though the winds my leaves have looted
Maintain my faith though it be tried

So let the darkest storm clouds thunder
Let rain and wind their havocs wreak
The world around me wide will wonder
How I am strong, yet seem so meek

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The idea came from a parable Arthur Schopenhauer (I think it was Schopenhauer) told about a pine tree- the point of the parable being that pines, though they're not the most becoming of trees, are nobler because they're less susceptible to change unlike other, more beautiful, deciduous trees.

The reason for the poem, unfortunately, is a tough time I'm going through (a sort of reminder to myself to be strong) .
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 24 October 2012

Great metaphor - well written and rhymed.

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