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LIKE A REED

 LIKE A REED

 

I am a reed weak and worn
Tossed around and battered in a 
Summer storm.
Frail
Not one of Nature’s best
Yet
Paradoxically
It is my flexibility
That allows me to survive
The strongest oak tree.
And
As I grow old
Feeling death’s Winter cold
I see struggling next to me
The seeds of my progeny.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
— Geremia, Jun 25, 2009

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

"It is my flexibility"

Yes it is. I disagree with "Not one of Nature’s best", it all depends how you define nature. A lovely image the reed, and its flexibility, beautiful. As to your progeny, I am sure you have many after your long career with students of poetry, how they must have benifitted from your encouragement and knowledge, let alone your magnanimity and understanding. Your Annuccia
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orgami

16 years 11 months ago

colour richly in spring and pale in the fall

used to wander in these reeds the blackwinged bird and others living in the sway of it then cool winter and snow gathered at the base the cold winds making the dry reeds sing under barren skies the cool eye of sun beautiful Poem Mr Longo

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