The Last Forest - Tell A Story To Me
Impending extinction,
Barren land and parched seas,
Perished and withered existence,
Life will stop.
The last will survive,
Flourishing after our departure,
Reborn, gaining vitality,
Establishing new roots.
Unsullied trees stretch,
Encompassing Mother Earth in green.
Virginal souls,
Dispersing across ground.
Passing generations,
Build impenetrable cover,
A home for continuation,
In this, the Last Forest.
This is my entry in poetry form to @Calluna’s #TellAStoryToMe Contest run on the @bananafish channel.
Find out about the contest here.
I received a little bit of help and encouragement from a friend on this entry as my poetry skills are minuscule.
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What a beautiful text, @gaby-crb! The last forest of the soul struggling to persist, embracing the world and filling it.
That is a lovely poem, @gaby-crb. The prompt was suggestive of poetry. I'm glad that some authors were able to rise to that challenge.
The last forest--of course there's a poem in that. And you found it.
This is so beautiful <3 the last forest reclaiming the earth, pushed to the edge of extinction. The unanchored perspective taking form as the hope of the forest, the structure - both in the progression of the verses, and the staccato of the lines, adds so much impact, providing space for reflection and emotional projection.
The first verse, the forest pushed too far, slowly dying and with such simply acceptance and finality. But then the second verse, a faith that life will continue, a hope that feel both as flimsy and determined as tiny roots. The way this develops in the third verse, seeds have taken root and reclaim what has been left barren. Then into the final verse, the passage of time, the continuation of life being all that remains. You tell a beautiful story of the last forest, and I love the reason why it is the last, and yet this equally feels like it could be a metaphor, for personally loss/grief and the desolation felt, that at first is only broken by the tiny roots of possibility, that things could feel better again, into the sudden burst of life and a regaining of the self, to not just recovery and continuation, but also something better, Just beautiful <3
I found your poetry charming @gaby-crb. So I am pleased to invite you to the lyric poetry contest that I am sponsoring.
Enjoyed this poem. It is hopeful in tone.
I little hope at the end with all of the growth happening around is what I got from this.
Nothing to add to.
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I suppose that after so much desolation nature will finally take its course and be reborn again, no matter how long it takes. For her, time means nothing. Everything is a cycle of life and death that repeats itself over and over again.
Good One