The Love Of An Acorn

by Ben Pickard   Feb 6, 2017


And so beneath the ancient oaks of lonely time,
I pondered what it meant to have my heart mislaid:
Suffice to say that hate was yours and love was mine,
Which meant a dreadful cost would certainly be paid.

An acorn fell and landed by my weary feet -
It struck me then that nature has a greater ruse:
How cruel that life can be so cool and bittersweet
To gift such clarity and then leave me confused.

The stars and galaxies do not between them hear
If words of love or hate between our lips are passed;
Despite all that, your heart to mine is ever dear,
And so this oak will birth a love that always lasts.

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 9 months ago

    by Naughtymouse

    i'm not sure how I managed to to miss this one, I always read everything just in case I can get you kicked out for plagiarism hahahaha but NO you are the real deal fella.

    Ben, AGAIN this is SO well structured, all of the Blah Blahs are in there with regards to meter, word choice etc but your use of the acorn as a vehicle for this write is magical.

    keep em coming fella.

    Ben

    • 9 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Kicked out for plagiarism? I should be offended, but I had to laugh! Thanks, Ben

    • 9 months ago

      by Naughtymouse

      I knew it'd make you laugh hahaha

  • 9 months ago

    by Ren

    This is brilliant, Ben, and wonderful to read.
    You always amaze me with your amazing writing skills...and your ability to take something as simple as an acorn falling from a tree and turn into an inspiring piece about love.
    Truly remarkable!
    Take care :)

  • 10 months ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Love this poem Ben. So full of emotion and Love. And it rhymes!! Love it!

  • 10 months ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Your rhymed and metered poetry is created like a web from a spider's multiple spinnerets. Each line forms a thread to be entangled with the other lines and woven into a stronger cord.

    It calls to mind Bogart's line in Casablanca: "the problems of [two] little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world." In the cosmic scheme what happens to these two people is lost in the complexity of galaxian events.
    However, to the people involved, as with the solitary acorn, it matters a lot. Saving this acorn from the squirrels is like carrying the exquisite painful death of the failed love with you, endowing the essence of the episode into the seed - you have created a horcrux.

    • 10 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Always wonderful to read your insightful comments, Larry. Thank you.

  • 10 months ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    I'm glad that this was nominated. .
    I can relate to this especially right now.... you have a good description of love by connecting it with nature. ..very impressive. ...well done. .

    Gel

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