Poetry

A Tree and an Old Maid


ID-100169131
Image by num_skyman/freedigitalphotos.net

‘The tree and an old maid’

There’s a tree in my isolated back-yard,

Yellow, pastel, bowed, stem sick and shard,

 

Once emerald leaves shrunken with time,

Once rich life taken out, eaten by our crime,

 

Branches thin, trying feebly to reach the space,

Leaves dim olive, fighting the wind’s burly chase,

 

Fruits exploited, dejected, no one to mend,

Roots bled dry, lifeless, waiting for a sad end,

 

Come the third day, with a gentle storm, it dies,

Its leaves shed, free from all its hindering ties,

 

A tree in my backyard, reminding me of an old maid,

Waiting to escape the cruel strings of the world.

 ~~~

A/N: –Rhyming couplets – Ah, my favorite, even though I don’t rhyme often. In poetry, a couplet is a pair of lines. Typically, they rhyme and have the same meter. 

PicsArt_1399035050110

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “A Tree and an Old Maid

  1. Attractive section of content. I just stumbled upon your weblog and to say that I actually loved account your weblog posts. Anyway I will be subscribing for your feeds.

    Like

Eager to hear what's in your mind :)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s