Driftwood Poem by Eloida Capuno

Driftwood

Rating: 3.6


The fledgling bush
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
twigs outstretched
its leaves spread
with pride
the world watched
for its downfall
from hurricane of woes

the now mighty tree
survived not without
scars; until its golden
hair turned into brown
age caught up
leaves wilted
its body gave in
no longer proud

in the river by the
bank of its childhood
a driftwood floats
to nowhere

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 29 February 2012

The cycle of life, it ebbs and it flows, nicely expressed,

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Valerie Dohren 18 May 2012

Agree with Danny, beautifully expressed.

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Marilyn George 18 May 2012

I like very much - took me to a place of peaceful seasons in my mind.

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Lucy Lae 21 May 2012

i dont know if it was your intended effect but it made me a bit sad...like i am standing tall and strong now but for what? to be a forgotten driftwood. great poem though: ]

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Peter Stavropoulos 05 June 2012

Your poems have powerful endings that stay with the reader. Excelent poem.

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Babatunde Aremu 18 May 2014

gREAT WRITE. tHANKS FOR SHARING

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Michelle Claus 18 May 2014

Powerful imagery in your poem. Solemn mood.

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Michelle Claus 18 May 2014

Powerful imagery in your poem. Solemn mood.

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Anil Kumar Panda 19 May 2013

beautiful ink.'the world watched for its downfall from hurricane of woes' is very nice.

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Gajanan Mishra 18 May 2013

driftwood floats to nowhere, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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