I'm trying something new, taking a risk this month - participating in#VerseLove with Sarah Donovan,
hoping to write poetry every day this April.
Today's poetry challenge is to write about the cycle of time, and to be inspired by the changes that are occurring in the natural world. I'm not quite sure what happened here, but I went dark....
The Tree
The gardener lingers at the tree,
Surprised by the scene
Bereft of blossoms, branches bare,
Hardly any leaves.
What is this gray green fungus eyed,
Growing up the side?
Every other spring, majestic blooms,
Now, will it survive?
Grief is like this, when it comes about,
Whether whisper or shout,
Approaching loss always hurts
Seeing life worn out.
glenda funk, from Sarah Donovan's 30 Days of Poetry website:
ReplyDeleteMaureen,
Such a meaningful poem. I notice the gray moss against the tree and its parallel to grief consuming those who mourn. There’s also the subtext of this moment in time that gives me such a feeling of loss. Your poem captures myriad incarnations of loss. Thank you.
—Glenda
Laura, from Sarah Donovan's 30 Days of Poetry website:
ReplyDeleteMaureen,
Your poem gave me chills. Each line takes an unexpected turn, and you’ve so beautifully captured the interconnectedness of life and death, renewal and decomposition. That final line, “Seeing life worn out,” stays with me–so heartbreaking, so eternal.
Susie Morice, from Sarah Donovan's 30 Days of Poetry website:
ReplyDeleteMaureen – The poetics of this are wonderful. This: “Grief is like this, when it comes about,/Whether whisper or shout,/Approaching loss always hurts/Seeing life worn out.” Such an apt comparison. Quite magical! Thank you! Susie