If a Man Falls
I’m a decaying tree,
lost in life’s dense forest;
my foundation saturated
with dry tears,
branches bald and brittle.
My body falls soft and silent,
sure to be inhaled
before it’s seen
since light never shines
on the black, tangled woods
of my soul.
Richard Sponaugle was born 4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason University. A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.
Wow! Richard this is a perfect word painting of mankind and brilliant to get the gist of it all in this brief poem. Man will always fall because that is the nature of the beast, and yet life is such a blessing of wonders which seem to inevitably erase all the failures. I really like and have enjoyed the nature of your poem. It is a blessing to read you here on this Whispers on-line journal......... Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net
ReplyDeleteExcellent write, Richard! So much has been said in these few lines. But do not give up...where there is a will....let hope provide a light! // paul
ReplyDeleteHi Richard. Very nice read. The message within is timeless and true. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Dear Richard,
ReplyDeleteUpon reading your poem it brought me back to the question; "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" Your poem reminded of that and I would say yes the light of your words do have a resounding voice. Thank you for sharing and for kind comments on my poems.
Sandra
Thank you everyone for your kind and encouraging words on Rick's wonderful poem. I will send these comments to him. Rick, this poem gives the reader something to ponder about. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Karen