Monday, March 23, 2015

I am of small beginnings

                                                                                 
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag Tales (here)

The given words:
am beginnings dream burns through wild 
clay powers tongues stolen sleep end

I am of small beginnings
but with a big dream
It burns right through
I am not able to thwart the onslaught
nor offer some expected resistance

It runs wild in clay soil
powers the roots in tongues
of spatial network that
no one sees but there down below

That is how I will grow
Twisted like strong hemp ropes
with muscles of Atlas

I will be riding stolen moments
and not losing sleep
but growing a massive trunk
with branches akin to bulging biceps

I will strive to no end
to be a strong sturdy oak tree!

For Tess' hosting at Magpie Tales #262
Brenda's at Sunday Whirl Wordle # 204 and
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry # 244

30 comments:

  1. out of tiny acorns grow mighty oak trees ;)

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  2. A little first step or sprout can sure grow and grow and become quite the show

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  3. It might take years, but it will happen!

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  4. With the right nurturing we will all grow big and strong.

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  5. I guess we all start small, hopefull we grow strong and wise like an oak.

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  6. Sharp, skillful response to the prompt.

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  7. This is most exquisite! Inspired.
    xoxo

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  8. to be the oak is the noblest thing one can do

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  9. Lovely compilations, Hank! Great dream to be strong as an oak.

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  10. Oh what a moverlous PoV, so much strength in that tree...

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  11. To be as any old oak tree would be a marvelous life indeed!

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  12. Wonderful verse and very inspiring. Hank. Well done.

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  13. Hank,

    You are right about the ambitions for the sturdy oak tree. We never see the tiny roots which were the beginning of this powerful, blossoming life..Great use of your prompt words...

    Eileen

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  14. Beautiful weaving of prompts! Especially like the use of the oak, as I see many before me did as well.

    https://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/morpheus-hear-my-cry-2/

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  15. Hank, I want to read this poem while standing on a roof. I want to start reading softly and finish as loud as I can, and shaking my fist. So exciting!

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  16. inspirational piece Hank. experiences make us strong :)

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  17. Big things always begin in a small way! Good message here, Hank.

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  18. I really enjoy dropping by your corner, Sir Hank. Amazing!

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  19. " riding stolen moments and not losing sleep " yeah i dig that Mahn , thanks

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  20. I think this is my favorite one of yours, Hank. "I am of small beginnings", and then the growth.......I love "riding stolen moments". Beautifully done.

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  21. Had to read and re-read. I think this is one of those poems that can take numerous re-reads too... And reading it out loud (the third read) only added an extra dimension. Wish I could explain why I like it so much, but there's just something in your words that grabs hold of me and makes me forget the here and now. I like that. Wonderful write.

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  22. the glorious hope of a seed or an acorn - fantastic verse

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  23. "I will be riding stolen moments / and not losing sleep" my favorite lines in this beautiful poem...

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  24. This stanza is magnificent: That is how I will grow
    Twisted like strong hemp ropes
    with muscles of Atlas

    I love it!!

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  25. Positive poem! Shows the strength & attitude!
    May we all grow like the Oak tree!

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  26. Wow... awesome. From little things big things grow.

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