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Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith
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0 posted 01-10-2002 02:22 AM       View Profile for Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith   Email Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith

This is the first finished draft. I always revise as I write but think this may need some input. Let me know what you think.
In the credit where credit is due collumn, this was inspired by a tale and artwork by Kelley Hensing. You can find some of her work at Wickiearts.com

Hollow

The seed fell on fertile ground
Rich with the loam of past regrets.
Watered by the tears of stillborn dreams,
It rooted.

The shoot was sickly and green.
The sapling had no love for the sun
But struggled toward it
To survive.

Over the years, it grew tall.
Its girth became vast.
Through the canopy of the forest
It arose.

Sprouting from a single seed,
It overshadowed the forest
Plunging its fellow trees
In darkness.

Wanting only to survive,
The forest gathered its forces
Plotted its actions
And rebelled.

The roots of the forest split the earth.
They whispered to one another,
And finding the cause of their shadow,
They acted.

Striking at the heart of this monstrosity
The forest fed on the treeís marrow.
Now, tainted in its revenge,
It hungers.

Once, I heard the forestís whispers
And quickly lost my way.
Now I search for release
In darkness

The old, great tree still stands.
Shards of bark fall from my fingers.
It feels just like me:
Hollow

The noblest battles are always fought in vain
-Cyrano de Bergerac

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Posts 54
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1 posted 01-11-2002 12:08 AM       View Profile for Englishpoet   Email Englishpoet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Englishpoet's Home Page   View IP for Englishpoet

Dear Ian

I am not qualified to comment but I enjoyed the poem. Liked the way you used the tree to relate to age.

Best wishes
Asif

The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upward in the nigh

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