I once was here, gracing the land.
I aged and fell, decay taking my hand.
You appeared by my side,
like a saint,
ready to give, ready to take.
You spread new life, recycling me.
I weaken by day,
you grow by night.
"Stay with me," I whisper,
charm sweeping over as I pass.
You garnish me with color
and a sense of class.
Your presents means I am no more,
my life is gone, it is now yours.
I gave you life and a place to be,
you add beauty to what is left of me.
True beauty is eternal, it continues to live even though the owner of it is not existing!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written :)
Loved the last two lines
"I gave you life and a place to be,
you add beauty to what is left of me."
Thanks for sharing :)
The closing lines really are something special. Liked the repeating "ready" as well. Just a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat work here.
This was poignant and beautiful. Loved...
ReplyDelete""Stay with me," I whisper,
charm sweeping over as I pass.
You garnish me with color
and a sense of class. "
and
"I gave you life and a place to be,
you add beauty to what is left of me."
thanks
This piece absolutely rocks. It holds so much within its folds about transformation, death/life, becoming, salvaging, grace. This is a poem!
ReplyDeleteit is a lovely piece gwen...to bring beauty in death has only one meaning to me...smiles....
DeleteThis is so beautiful Gwen--gorgeous writing!
ReplyDeletedeeply moving and beautiful.lovely lines.
ReplyDelete"You add beauty to what is left of me." Such a beautiful poem..............very lovely, Gwen.
ReplyDeleteThis is the best poem I've read in a very long time. The picture and the poem together are reflective of the symbiotic relationship between the fungi and the tree. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful poem, Gwen. As your photographs!
ReplyDeleteLove it! :-)