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Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 197Cincinnati, Oh, U.S.A. 
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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 tree’s marrow. Now, tainted in its revenge, It hungers. Once, I heard the forest’s 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 |
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Englishpoet Member
since 2001-12-18
Posts 54Birmingham, England |
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 |
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