Sunday, September 23, 2007


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



Joy Renee said...

something haunting about this. and sad.

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

i missed this one. sniffle.

Jill said...

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

gautami tripathy said...

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

Ponderng over it....

Rhian / Crowwoman 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...


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...