The Oak

Alone, standing, oaken life take root

the wood gnarls as branches stretch,

the colored leaves fall down, down

and the moss hangs down, down

bent, twisted, craven mass of limbs.

I stand, wondering how this, alone, might stir and how the

—limbs, reaching, have no other limbs to twine,

I touch, and I consider wood-borne genocide, this rough

—bark grating on my fingers,

but the bough yields and the leaves descend,

and I, standing here alone, am left to ponder

how colorless the world can be

with one life, one love, and none to share it,

and I think it is no wonder this solitary thing

sets to wilting in the chill.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!

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18 thoughts on “The Oak

  1. Well, the tree certainly wasn’t alone in this world.. It sure had (has) people such as you to think about it… I think that’s what we crave for, at the end of the day… Just a li’l attention and love.

    This is such a well crafted poem, Chris… it brings out some real sordid facts of life… (sigh)
    Those last line really gave me the chills! Beautifully written!!!

  2. Aww there is a chill in the air of that poem. To be alone in a world that is closing down it’s colors for the year and breath solitude

    Great piece for One shot and congrats !!

    moon smiles

  3. Oh! that is such a lovely poem!

    I was riveted to your words and imagery…you captured me completely!

    I can’t remember what the ‘clinical’ term for it…but your usage of the repeat “down, down” was wonderful!

    And doing it twice in the same stanza was perfect.

    Lovely, lovely poem.

    Thank you.

    Lady Nyo

  4. the thing you made with the – limbs and – barks brought quite a sensual feeling to this poem, made me hold my breath and i could feel the longing
    well done chris – you captured some facettes of life and love with this

  5. Chris, your gravatar has always charmed in the most mysterious manner. Even your words do..
    It is a sheer delight to read about things that people usually move away from- I mean- we all have plenty to write about- why a tree..?

    Very well crafted MyD..
    xxx

  6. Your poetry is amazing…with supporters such as you stand beside us, we can continue our efforts and make the potluck event more enjoyable for its large number of entries, multiple levels or types of talents, and authentic enjoyment of poetry and poetry reading…Come in any time when we are open, feel free to ask questions and read others.
    Thank you in advance.
    Have A Weekend A Graceful As Your Spirits.
    xoxox

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