I am curious as to what interpretation you would come to after reading this poem.
“There is a fable in the forest
Whispered by the branches, as they blow.
A tale about the truth of leaving
Things that no longer help you grow.
For on the surface it looks simple,
Like you only need lace your boots,
But there is nothing quite as painful
As untangling your roots.
And proof is found in tree stumps
Of the price some pay to flee,
That they would cut their lives in half
To cut the time before they're free.
Yet from the little left behind
Life has been known to grow again,
For unless you take your roots
A part of you will still remain.”
~Erin Hanson~
Excelente fotografia, bom trabalho, gostei.
ReplyDeleteUm abraço e bom fim-de-semana.
Andarilhar
Dedais de Francisco e Idalisa
O prazer dos livros
Muito obrigado, tenha um dia maravilhoso.
DeleteHeartbreaking to me...
ReplyDeleteI read this as someone who let go of something good because it feel like ropes that hold you down, but it wasn't ropes. It was roots. Roots feed you.
Eye of the beholder... ;-)
Yes, the words are very poignant aren't they?
DeleteYou added a great photo to the full content of the poem. Have a nice weekend.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gigi, have a nice weekend too :)
DeleteLearn from the Past. Live in the Present. As you move into the Future.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
I like your take on this Victor, thank you.
DeleteI believe that you are still thinking a lot about your roots in Devon Denise.
ReplyDeleteThe roots are always and will always be there Roy :)
DeleteI have had to untangle roots- I had to cut my sisters out of my life to protect my own well being.
ReplyDeleteOne needs to do that to keep one's head above water William. You were strong enough to do so. Sometimes we just have to let go don't we, when there is no other recourse?
DeleteSuch an interesting poem! These words brilliantly express the complications of “uprooting” from the life you have known but that has lost its appeal and is stifling in some way. Even after leaving, roots are stubborn things that could revive, perhaps in a different more mature way in the future.
ReplyDeleteAnother great take on this poem. Thank you Penelope. It is very interesting to see everyone's input.
Deletewow! this poem speaks to me. I can tell you that I did cut my life in half to be free and it was a lot harder and messier than i thought it would be. and i did finally after much pain and hurt, grow new branches and build a whole life. love this and it is new to me
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it spoke to you Sandra. I've often thought the author must have lived her poetry.
DeleteInteresting poem. It makes me think of my mother. I have so many things of her around the house it is like her roots are still here. She certainly remains in our house in part. Sometimes you might even find me talking to her!
ReplyDeleteHave a good weekend Diane
I have several momentos from mine too. I bet you have a good conversation. It's nice that they feel so close. Have a good weekend too Diane :)
DeleteChange needs to start at the core?
ReplyDeleteYes indeed :)
DeleteWow. "That's heavy", as we used to say in the '60s! Need to copy your entry into my journal. Thank you! Sandy
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome Sandy.
DeleteThis makes me think of all immigrants transplanted from their roots, very poignant poem.
ReplyDeleteThat is an interesting thought and makes me think too. Thank you Christine.
Delete"For unless you take your roots
ReplyDeleteA part of you will still remain.” Oh part of me is DEFF in Honolulu!
I can understand Cloudia :)
DeleteI don't dare to comment on poems...
ReplyDeleteBut I like your photo so very much. It's exquisite.
Thank you Carola and I found your latest post very moving.
DeleteWonderful words ... which I'm still thinking about.
ReplyDeleteI just love reading poems, they offer such enjoyment and thought.
My good wishes
All the best Jan
Me too, thank you Jan and the same to you :)
DeleteThere will always be some of our DNA left in future generations.
ReplyDeleteYes, very much so.
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