The Tree Recalls
Poetry on Coping with Hurt
This is for Mikeydred's March prompt
When it hurts, positive visions of the past should return to calm the soul. -- Michelle Liew
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The tree enfolds, a green of calm
Its leaves blow in the gentle winds
They swish with the breeze's gentle balm
Move with patience, not my own.
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"Let it go," they sing. "The past will fade."
Yet refrains grow where bare scars lay.
Though gusts do blow, and time moves on,
The roots will drink of memories fond.
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This poem is entirely original. Any AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Oooo, I especially loved the last line! So well done!
Majestically inspirational!!!❤️❤️💕
love this, Michelle
A green of calm. That is such a beautiful phrasing and captures exactly that feeling of being in nature x Beautifully written 💜c
perfectly captured the internal peace and calm that nature offers.
Fabulous ♦️♦️♦️♦️
Lovely, Michelle.
How you conveyed the idea that even in stillness, there’s so much life and history within the tree. It reminded me of how we, too, carry our own memories and experiences, even when we might feel invisible or unnoticed. The connection between nature and our own internal worlds was deeply resonant.
What? Who is the angel whispering in your ear, my dear Michelle? Ouf, I am starting to get excited now...🤎🤎🤎