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
This makes me wonder about all the bent trees, just what factors distorted them, what started out as graceful.
ReplyDeletelove the photo and the poem.
ReplyDeletesays much about nature but also human nature...
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!
ReplyDeleteThought you couldn't poem, that is excellent, profound Goatman!
ReplyDeleteThat last line . . . very nice indeed.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteWhat a first line. Really, I wish I'd thought of it.
ReplyDeleteI also see from your profile that you're an Atwood fan. Cheers, Goatman.
artistic mind!
ReplyDeleteanother great way of expressing the mind and heart. nice poem!
Wow. I had no idea you could write poetry like this. And your photo of that tree! It just begs to be climbed.
ReplyDeleteMesmerizing!
ReplyDeleteIf anyone ever asks me why I'm so bent, I'll remember to tell them it's because I'm growing towards the light. :)
Hi Goatman,
ReplyDeleteWhat 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...
Great picture and telling verse. Thank you for your recent visit. Hope to find you posting more inspiring poetry when I return soon.
ReplyDeleteooo man. i was like ... paused.
ReplyDeletei dunno. it's deep ... too many things combined: sadness, feeling hopeless but ambitious as well ... i dunno ... it feels strange.
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!
ReplyDeleteI've popped over here to read this one several times. "Bend I will if bend I can" is a brilliant first line.
ReplyDeleteExcellent 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...!
ReplyDeleteSorry 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.
Touched by the experienced amalgamation of the photo and the poem making the core of life itself, from rot to its buds.
ReplyDeleteExcellent 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.
ReplyDeleteGood to be back reading you.
poignant and profound
ReplyDeleteThat first line says it all and what the flip is that tree doing there?
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.
i am liking this tree and poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the words you use, the pictures are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHi Goatman,
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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.
ReplyDeleteThanks for Your advice!!!!
ReplyDeleteIf it works out in that direction I guess I ow You a couple of days in the Swedish Archipelago and the High Coast? ;-)
this is a poem worth re-reading, it flows really well and there's real depth to what you've written
ReplyDeleteStopped back for another visit. Soon enough we will escape winter.
ReplyDeleteTime to stand up! ;-)
ReplyDeleteSatisfied? ;-)
ReplyDeleteHi goatman thought i would stop over and vist your great site again.
ReplyDeleteThanks, your pictures and poetry are beautiful :-)
ReplyDeleteI'll be back.
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.
ReplyDeleteYou 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!)
Thanks for visiting goatman and I'm glad you enjoy your card playing.
ReplyDeleteSorry 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.
Do You have a more
ReplyDeleteactive blog to visit?
Meanwhile I add this ;-)
moi,
ReplyDeleteTaking over for red are you?
Thanks, I needed the prod.
This is a beautifully captured shot along with the lovely words....simply Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteLovely! 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.
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ReplyDeleteOh, 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..:)
ReplyDeleteA 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!
ReplyDeleteWe are like the tree, weathered and stooped by events and time. Yet we too, have our beauty.
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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