Eeek! With having gotten sick last week, I’m way behind with NaPoWriMo. I’ve written a grand total of three poems as of the time I created this post. Hopefully I can catch up soon as I’d love to hit the 30 poems in 30 days this event encourages us to write. Anyway, here’s one of the poems I do have done based off this prompt from NaPoWriMo.
The Sentinel
In this clearing I stand, silent and strong,
Bearing witness to life as the world spins on.
The soft forest floor beneath my wide crown—
a testament to how long I’ve been here.
Bloodshed and tears have watered my roots
while laughter and love have danced in my leaves.
The stories I seen, the life I have witnessed
are locked away deep within each ring.
My leaves, they renew with each passing year
but my branches are strong, stronger than time,
with heartwood as old as it comes.
Forever will I stand in this clearing alone.
So, come and sit a spell beneath my waving branches
and listen as I speak in silence and sound
of the things I have seen and the things I have heard
As the world spins ever on.
Part author, part artist, all dreamer 