The Poisoned Oak
It’s roots run deep it is resolved to stand
The oak will not be moved
Though storms have raged, the branches are strong
And yet
The gardener’s poison continues to seep

Nice botanical analogy. I like it.

"And yet"......this says so much. My heart ached when I read this. You are in touch with your feelings. Bless you.

Subtle words
Struck deep
Thanks

Wow! Thanks

Darrel

Regs, I can't get this poem out of my head. I just love it the more it bounces around in my empty skull. I hope it's okay but I had my wife read it. Earlybird

I am glad you like it, and yes, feel free to share.

Regs

Nice Regs

well done

MJ

Nice to see this poem come back to the front page. Regs, of all the poems I've read this is by far the most meaningful to me.

You see, "gardener's" is what strikes me. The rest is about strength, that's what oaks are. They last, and they grow. But a gardener helps that, he doesn't hinder it. It's almost as if you're attributing need. There's a conflict there between hurt and dependence.

It's like the song from 'My Fair Lady'.

"Just like a habit one can always break.
And yet,
I've grown accustomed to her."

One could even bring it across more by changing 'gardener' to 'tender', as in the noun of one who tends. Of course, you'd have the pun as well.

Strong stuff though. Chin up, it takes a whole lot to fell a mighty oak tree.