Monday, 22 December 2008

It might be Ivy

It creeps and crawls where light is poor,
Smothering everything on the ground,
Forever seeking something more,

It clings and climbs toward the sky
Using an unfortunate victim’s strength,
Tendrils growing to greater length,
Strangle the supporting host that will die,

It will never wear the crown,
That will always belong to the tree,
Even when fallen back down to the earth,
Brought down by a parasite’s excessive greed,

It will be left to creep and crawl where the light is poor,

The crown is returned to the earth.


Neas Nuttiness said...

As, you can see...I've found your blogs again. Your writing (even if you don't think so) is wonderful. - The pictures are good too:)

Neas Nuttiness said...

I will add...I feel your "pain" in the poetry. That's what poetry is supposed to do...right? Let the reader "experience" through the words. I just wish that there was something that would bring some happiness into your life - that you could write about!