"I'm getting older, grey is my friend
no longer fearing, the bittersweet end."
The last stanza is touching. I am native and we honor our elders unlike any other culture. We ll follow our elders to whatever end. Storytelling runs deep in the veins of our culture; its special because we seldom get to see it anymore. Our culture is fading unfortunately for the worst. Its nice to relate to a poem and its poet that has a face of so many stories to tell. All it takes is a listener.
My gosh this piece is fantastic. Your word choice is excellent and the imagery is great. You really have a neat way of incorporating your voice in your work and I think that is really refreshing to the world of poetry. Stunning piece.
Its funny because the part that I liked was 'all I need is a simple old tree'. I can just imagine one of our old girls in England, survived 2 world wars, worked in the factories and build from sweat and tears. A little lonely in the garden, but just springing up and going 'that's it, a simple old tree' as if solution solved, "something to do now, out the way" and getting to it to get one...which obviously they can't without growing it for years.
Not sure why that popped in my head but it did, probably my bonkers nan!
But as I read it over more times I actually get right into the reminiscence and feel of the character on her way out and accepting it and accepting that she'll just be replaced,one dies one's reborn, maybe even trying to take back some regrets.
The fact that she doesn't want to plant a new tree also makes me ponder, is she after someone to die with? As she is now alone? (I've already assumed she's a she)
I've probably stated all the basic, obvious points there so apologies for that peeps. =)
Aww, loved this one. I liked the flow to it and the rhyme.
Tree's are such a beautiful part of nature that often go unnoticed.
The line that I liked best was
To remind me of good, and all that is pure
old leaves fall, leaving room for more
- this reminded me of the circle of life. How they say that for one life lost a new one begins.
The part where you mention that a poem comes from the heart and that is all that matters, I strongly agree with this and this is why I say anyone can write a poem. It annoys me when people degrade others because they cannot punctuate their work or chose not to, by doing this they over look the words and the emotions of the author.
Your last stanza has a sort of inner peace within it about ageing. i liked this.