When Maple Cries

No no..do you know what really gave me this punch in the head about this ?

No not only the very eye catching title, but the fact that your metaphors really fit the image of a tree.

Let me show you how MY mind functions okay...

you said you will cry for hours in a place where he can never finds you,

you know we can water the trees, but we cannot see what goes under the ground and inside the BIG bark of the tree and the BIG branches...the water that seeps into the roots then inside the tree....it's hidden.

Also how the wind, which is the external elements in this poem, and in real life, that wipe away the water, the tears here as your own dwellings despite what you meant by reffering to them using WIND...it was very simple yet very deep.

Although the farthest part of your mind, perfect usage when relating it to MAple the writer and the long rooted and tall branched tree.

I may be thinking too much deeper than i should, and taking this somewhere else, but the poem is thought provoking, simple but creative as usual. flowed well, sad ofcourse but not dramatic.

I love it really do

AWWWEEEEESSSSSSOOOOMMMMMEEEEE !!!!
OMG, this is beyond wonderful. Sad but still you, still carries that nature part of you!

Love it, and love you <3

Double posted. Sorry :)

I love how you incorporate nature in your poems often; it's like your signature yet it doesn't get bland - there's always something new to it that I find, which is interesting..

I think saplings symbolise thoughts (since the setting is in your 'mind') or perhaps dreams, wishes, memories, hope; innumerable possibilities, and that's what I love about this piece. It's ambiguous yet it makes the reader connect, or at least I do.
So you, the persona, is 'watering'; tending these thoughts/dreams.. The mind is such an intriguing thing. Perhaps by watering these saplings, you are creating/allowing them to grow and make your own world, or perhaps a garden? since growing plants painted me an image of a garden in my mind, aha. I'm not sure, but this is beautiful.
And the wind may be a metaphor for someone who's finally come to take away the sadness yet the persona is still feeling that way.

This is a masterpiece, Andrea. I enjoyed reading it though I may be off with my interpretation, I love what I got from it. Thank you for sharing this!

:( Even in your saddest poems you still look to nature to comfort you and express your thoughts and feelings. however, the wind will not wipe away your tears because you have all of us for that, and I hope you do not have to feel this way often. xx