Nothing at all came to mind for me from today's prompt "copse" for days. With all the other things going on in my world (both family and school), I just resigned myself to letting this prompt pass without a poem. But then I sat and listened to my husband as he thought out loud about all the challenges he's facing: starting school tomorrow for the first time in many years in a wholly new direction, and wondering if it is the right direction; worried about the possibility of colon cancer (he has a colonoscopy before him very soon); still recuperating from broken ribs and still unable to do some of his normal routines. Suddenly the tingle of an idea.
Copse
the years have
hacked away
at the forest
of his youth;
hardy trees--
first growth--
brought down
by the chainsaws
of disappointment,
split twain
by lightening bolts
of loss;
now
on the ragged
and blackened
stumps
fresh shoots coppice
in the sunlight.
sgreerpitt
Sunday August 16, 2009
coppice (verb): to spout freely from the base.
For other poems on the prompt "copse" see
One Single Impression.
10 comments:
A great poem. We can always rise above.
How swiftly and sometimes brutally things change. That God for new growth.
Your words are quite poignant. Very moving.
I hope everything falls into place.. and your husband gets well and his fears are unfounded..
This was such a beautiful poem.. Profoundly moving.. Loved your take on the prompt
Waiting it out is always worth it...what a beautiful poem! So touching and heartfelt...I wish your husband much success in his new endeavors, and hope his health news will be only positive.
This is perfect Sue! Life can be hard, but on the flip side of the coin it can be just as wonderful.
I so love your poetic thought process!
Strange isn't it how ideas pop into our heads? This poem was a good idea.
Hope all is well with our husband.
This is superb - thanks for the lead in...your poem is powerfully formed by the changes in life.
Sue, I like this. But I sure wouldn't want to be one of those trees.
But they grew back, as trees do.
Your husband's situation was a wonderful inspiration for your poem of inspiration.
Thank you, each of you.
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fledgling growth from the compost of life's trials. Beautiful and poignant.
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