A different shade of Envy
by Stephanie Kent
The trees reveal their own mortality
When like the Grecian gods of old they stand,
With tears of verdant envy trailing free
From eyes that do not see, but sight demand;
For evident within their creaking limbs,
Primeval death, inviting dark decay.
But trees will never bow to earthly whims,
And they will never stoop, nor leaves will lay,
For sight that never dies is heavens gold,
And--greedy kings--for gold theyll rage and war.
. . . . .
The leaves, they wither underneath the cold,
Below a sky swept clean, without a star;
And trees, all bent and old, begin to cry,
For lacking sight, they cannot see the sky. . .
Author's Note: My first sonnet:)
Posted on 02/19/2004
Copyright © 2022 Stephanie Kent
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Becca Morton on 02/19/04 at 03:53 PM|
A beautiful first sonnet - Well Done
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/19/04 at 07:20 PM|
Thought provoking poem! I've often seen the way trees sway in wind as a kind of proof of their life, despite being stationary.
|Posted by Richard Trotter on 02/20/04 at 12:56 AM|
a finely crafted and rich poem.. its cool how you personify the trees and their "sadness"
|Posted by Vimal Rony on 02/21/04 at 12:28 AM|
Scenically and profoundly wonderful!
|Posted by Mo Couts on 08/22/11 at 01:54 AM|
I wouldn't have known that this one was a first time attempt had I not read the author's note...this is awesome.