Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Bent






Bend I will if bend I can
said the sapling tree
to the asking man

But once arched
beyond a yield point
permanent distortion remembered
the reasons forgotten:

seeking the light
faded hopes
broken friends
pointless deaths
missed chances

weight of endless time


Entropy is taken
dissipated like skittering leaves in the spreading wind

a permanent tell

41 comments:

d. chedwick bryant said...

This makes me wonder about all the bent trees, just what factors distorted them, what started out as graceful.

polona said...

love the photo and the poem.
says much about nature but also human nature...

Katie McKenna said...

ohhh this was wonderful! I loved the way the story unfolded in your poem.. like life its self! The tree is actually lovely in its uniqueness. Thank you!

jim said...

Thought you couldn't poem, that is excellent, profound Goatman!

tut-tut said...

That last line . . . very nice indeed.

Vincent said...

I am kicking myself for not checking your site before. This is good stuff gm, I don't appreciate much verse on blogs, but you have it!

H said...

What a first line. Really, I wish I'd thought of it.

I also see from your profile that you're an Atwood fan. Cheers, Goatman.

Reign said...

artistic mind!

another great way of expressing the mind and heart. nice poem!

Marion said...

Wow. I had no idea you could write poetry like this. And your photo of that tree! It just begs to be climbed.

Sophia said...

Mesmerizing!

If anyone ever asks me why I'm so bent, I'll remember to tell them it's because I'm growing towards the light. :)

GB said...

Hi Goatman,

What a lovely post. Thanks so much for the comment on my blog, it makes me so happy when people find my little blog! If you remember, how did you find it? No pressure, just curious...

Pauline said...

Great picture and telling verse. Thank you for your recent visit. Hope to find you posting more inspiring poetry when I return soon.

Azer Mantessa said...

ooo man. i was like ... paused.

i dunno. it's deep ... too many things combined: sadness, feeling hopeless but ambitious as well ... i dunno ... it feels strange.

jim said...

Everyone bends, no way around it but that. I had to come back and read the poem again Goatman, and look at the picture of the tree, both most remarkable, the poem is really a great piece, magnificent!

~beth ♥ said...

I've popped over here to read this one several times. "Bend I will if bend I can" is a brilliant first line.

Mother of Invention said...

Excellent verse! I love all the different directions and "bents" this has. One is so flexible and pliable when we are mere saplings and we can go many different ways. Not so when we are older. I remind myself this every time I bend over to clean the tub and have trouble and pain getting up! Of course, I could just stop cleaning it...!

Sorry you're sick of our CDN cold air flowing your way but believe me, we're sick of having it hang around here! We're getting lots of rain right now.

ANNA-LYS said...

Touched by the experienced amalgamation of the photo and the poem making the core of life itself, from rot to its buds.

Janice Thomson said...

Excellent and insightful poem Goatman - love the photo too - in the woods cross the street is a tree similar to this - I shall remember your poem next time I see it.
Good to be back reading you.

lettuce said...

poignant and profound

Monique said...

That first line says it all and what the flip is that tree doing there?

Thanks for visiting and leaving such a lovely comment. My other blog is a audio blog about quirky tales of village life called Middle Ditch. The link is on my blog. Hope to see you there too.

Professor Montblanc said...

i am liking this tree and poem.

Stacey said...

I love the words you use, the pictures are beautiful.

Stacey said...

Hi Goatman,
I really appreciate you visiting my site, I will be returning to your site to read more of your beautiful words! I have added you as a link to my site.

rch said...

Hi gm, great stuff here as others have pointed out already, the first line is sweet. I also enjoy the part about entropy scattering like leaves, nice image.

ANNA-LYS said...

Thanks for Your advice!!!!
If it works out in that direction I guess I ow You a couple of days in the Swedish Archipelago and the High Coast? ;-)

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is a poem worth re-reading, it flows really well and there's real depth to what you've written

Princess Haiku said...

Stopped back for another visit. Soon enough we will escape winter.

ANNA-LYS said...

Time to stand up! ;-)

ANNA-LYS said...

Satisfied? ;-)

Stacey said...

Hi goatman thought i would stop over and vist your great site again.

Rob Hopcott said...

Thanks, your pictures and poetry are beautiful :-)

I'll be back.

Mother of Invention said...

Have a picture on my site that I wrote a poem for, which was actually inspired by another blogger who had written about it...hers was a beautiful closed gate in South Africa where she lives and I wanted to open it so wrote about that desire and then found an open gate pic.
You seem to be inspired by and write beautifully about pictures, so just wondered what your take would be. It's about time for your monthly poem anyway. isn't it?!! (Just kidding you!)

Rob Hopcott said...

Thanks for visiting goatman and I'm glad you enjoy your card playing.

Sorry you weren't sure which of my many sites to comment on.

Most people who just want to chat join in at Cafe Hopcott which is very lighthearted and a bit insane.

Of course, if you want to talk about a subject mentioned on one of my themed blogs, politics, gambling, folk music etc., you are always more than welcome to join in at the particular site :-)

Thnaks again for your visit.

ANNA-LYS said...

Do You have a more
active blog to visit?
Meanwhile I add this ;-)

goatman said...

moi,

Taking over for red are you?
Thanks, I needed the prod.

flyingstars said...

This is a beautifully captured shot along with the lovely words....simply Wonderful!

Absolute Vanilla (& Atyllah) said...

Lovely! Poignant and evocative words. There are a lot of windswept trees where I live - stretching out to the side, as though they were trying to escape the wind. The evoke similar thoughts.

Squirrel said...

time 4 a gnu post

janetleigh said...

Oh, my, I'm enjoying your blog very much, Goatman, and hope you don't mind if I provide my readers with a link to your blog. Because I love my readers..:)

Lynda Lehmann said...

A sad poem that goes so well with the image. I often think that the beauty may be in the imperfection of things, after all, and that things must be just the way they are. As a youth, I wasn't so fatalistic as I am capable of being now!

We are like the tree, weathered and stooped by events and time. Yet we too, have our beauty.

Utah Savage said...

Bend I will if bend I can. You wowed me with this piece. If you are this poet, you are a poet. This is a perfect piece. Nice work.

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