Sunday, September 23, 2007

RAIN SHADOWS

beneath the leaning
trees - faint stripes
of arid soil
point towards water

sycamore seeds fall in
the cracks - and grow
thriving on false hope
but I know

there is no room
on this river bank
for anyone else
to grow tall




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8 comments:

Joy Renee said...

something haunting about this. and sad.

Rhian said...

i missed this one. sniffle.

Jill said...

I want it to be hope for that seed!!!
Great poem!

Anonymous said...

Seeds do give us hope..a new life is hope!

Ponderng over it....

Rhian said...

being me of course i'm gonna read symbolic interpretation into this.
loved this: "fall in
the cracks - and grow
thriving on false hope"

makes you wonder if illusionary hope is less valid than "realistic" hope if it works as a catalyst creating any sort of forward motion/growth.

paisley said...

some where with in i hear the words "don't quit" being repeated over and over again in a slow melodic voice.....

Lisa Andel said...

Bummer.

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

How well do I know that feeling of "why bother trying" and yet being unable to stop reaching for whatever the goal is...