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

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30 comments:

  1. Jae RoseMarch 23, 2015 at 7:44 AM

    out of tiny acorns grow mighty oak trees ;)

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  2. Pat HattMarch 23, 2015 at 7:53 AM

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

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  3. Alex J. CavanaughMarch 23, 2015 at 8:01 AM

    It might take years, but it will happen!

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  4. ScottlBMarch 23, 2015 at 8:42 AM

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

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  5. Myrna R.March 23, 2015 at 8:48 AM

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

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  6. BerowneMarch 23, 2015 at 11:25 AM

    Sharp, skillful response to the prompt.

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  7. Sanaa RizviMarch 23, 2015 at 12:19 PM

    This is most exquisite! Inspired.
    xoxo

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  8. SuyashJMarch 23, 2015 at 1:50 PM

    to be the oak is the noblest thing one can do

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  9. humbirdMarch 23, 2015 at 2:09 PM

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

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  10. brudbergMarch 23, 2015 at 2:30 PM

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

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  11. 21 WitsMarch 23, 2015 at 2:31 PM

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

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  12. nashvillecats2March 23, 2015 at 3:07 PM

    Wonderful verse and very inspiring. Hank. Well done.

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  13. Eileen T O'Neill .....March 23, 2015 at 5:19 PM

    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. S.E.IngrahamMarch 23, 2015 at 11:38 PM

    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. Magaly GuerreroMarch 23, 2015 at 11:41 PM

    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. totomaiMarch 24, 2015 at 2:41 AM

    inspirational piece Hank. experiences make us strong :)

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  17. Holy Ghost WriterMarch 24, 2015 at 3:43 AM

    Life builds as time goes on

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  18. MaryMarch 24, 2015 at 4:38 AM

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

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  19. ninotazizMarch 24, 2015 at 8:03 AM

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

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  20. Silent Otto March 25, 2015 at 4:08 AM

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

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  21. Gen Giggles March 25, 2015 at 8:35 AM

    An excellent goal to have.

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  22. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 25, 2015 at 8:50 AM

    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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  23. AnonymousMarch 25, 2015 at 12:10 PM

    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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  24. moondustwriterMarch 25, 2015 at 3:34 PM

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

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  25. Sumana RoyMarch 26, 2015 at 10:00 AM

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

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  26. Kathe W.March 26, 2015 at 11:27 AM

    lovely ode to the Oak tree!

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  27. C.C.March 27, 2015 at 8:42 AM

    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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  28. Anita SabatMarch 28, 2015 at 8:33 AM

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

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  29. Tess KincaidMarch 28, 2015 at 11:11 AM

    Excellent...

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  30. KatherineMarch 28, 2015 at 9:01 PM

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

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