Winter Poem

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The faithful tree dances to the mercy of the wind.
The air’s frosty bits leave it
vulnerable,
Wrapping the barren branches in conniving sparkling ice
That mischievously shines like daggers.

The naive tree, unfamiliar to the cliche of life,
Has grown too old to remain ignorant.
Mother Nature cannot let a part of her
Be a failure.

The thick frost restrains the poor struggling tree
Clutching the branches
Twisting his arm
And molds him into Her liking.

The conforming tree transforms into mystical radiance
Maternal pressure has smothered the ugliness
With glamour
Revolutionizing the decaying wood
Into what the world perceives as splendor.





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msun said...
Oct. 31, 2011 at 9:51 pm
Love the poem, read it only 20 times, and then interpreted differently each and every time.  Keep it up Kiddo, Proud of you :)
 
NONEMONE said...
Jul. 25, 2011 at 10:57 am
LOVELY! Its a masterpiece...no words just spellbound
 
Prachi G. replied...
Jul. 25, 2011 at 11:05 am
thank you so much :)
 
traveller said...
Jul. 22, 2011 at 12:08 pm
love it prachi! so proud of you! keep those words coming!
 
Prachi G. replied...
Jul. 22, 2011 at 12:10 pm
thank you :)
 
Eqrider This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 10:10 am
I love the layered meaning in your descriptions. Very neat!
 
Prachi G. replied...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 4:48 pm
thank you!!
 
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