Last afternoon when I was free
Ambling aimless all by me
At my backyard made this find
Of one luscious climber tree.
Growing off one seedy crack
I did marvel at its knack
Of surviving the cruel heat
Running up an unseen track.
Tendrils hung in mystery curl
Every node in eager knurl
As if reaching out for help
To let its nascent leaves unfurl.
Taking moments off my praise
Reason intervened my gaze
I considered uprooting it
And put the trouble all ablaze.
Craven, it did seem at first
For this summer it won’t last
Though I pondered if the clouds
Would come early to its thirst.
My mind from me wanted to know
If some kindness I could show
To let this harmless climber live
And come back later, see it grow.
That very moment I could sense
Tender leaves wilt in suspense
No fruit or flower tempting me
That often makes for recompense.
And while I turned my back to leave
I sensed a feeling of reprieve
In unheard words of thankfulness
That I had let that climber live.
My tribute to Robert Frost and his poems which inspired me through the simplicity of their verse and gravity of their import. This was written a couple of years back as a humble homage.
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11 comments:
with the exception of one stanza u keep the rhyme scheme flowing very smoothly. and its a tribute Frost would have been glad to call his own :)
very apt tribute, i must say.
wow... simply beautiful :)
Cheers!
Brilliant!
Lovely.. It reminded me of "The Exposed Nest" by Frost. He would have been proud of this one.
I really liked this one.
# antigone- Which stanza ?
and
"glad to call his own". I have no words to thank you.
# noisy autist, raaji, blade, dreamy- Thank you very very much!!
# poojo c.- That was the first Frost poem I read when in Class-V. And I liked it very much.
I am a love poet. Some long some short. Everything I read, I take love and add it to the mixture. I have not read one thing so far that you have written that I do not like. You are talented. Thank you for allowing me to read this.
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# inside/outside- No thanks, Ma'am. The pleasure's all mine that you visited.
Mr. Frost would have been proud, mighty proud. Personally, I am not into Frost at all. Snooty pricks like me don't give two hoots for 'lesser' creatures like flora and fauna, and concentrate all their passion on the most selfish of them all - man (actually woman, more often ;) ).
# aresnik- you are too honest for these times. :)
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