Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony
Feb 25, 2022

Crumble and Fall - 2.0 (thanks Geez!!!)

I never wanted to be like ridged things
I've seen them crumble and fall
Fractured and angry at their failure

Rather, like the trees
The branches sway and dance to meet the storms
The leaves fall and renew

They do this countless times
through the years
Until the fires come
And they will come

But I will arise and become
until the fires leave me ashes

About This Poem

Last Few Words: As many of us know, inspiration does not punch a clock. I was writing this in my head while driving to visit a friend. He was kinda pissed that I was late because I HAD to get this written down as I sat in my car in front of the sandwich shop where I was supposed to pick up our dinner. Pastrami doesn't like to wait for poetry, LOL!

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski

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Comments

Candlewitch

this is very good, I like the pacing and what it prods me to remember!

*hugs, Cat

p.s.

poetry happens when It happens ;)

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Candlewitch

thank you for the book recommendation!

*hugs, Cat

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Geezer

made an excuse that the line was long,
their registers were down or something other than
I HAD to write down this poem.

I understand your thinking,
I'm just not sure of how to express it.
A tree IS a solid thing, was the first thing I thought of.
Maybe you could say something like:
"I never wanted to be like [rigid] things"

I think that the words [gambol and spin] would more portray
an animal than a tree. How about [bend and shiver]?
Geez.
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