Comments : Under the oak

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Are we talking about sitting under the oak tree or sleeping (buried). Hmmm I am not sure. I loved the shhhhh of the breeze :) This poem hints at death in a way to me:

    under the oak
    I am liberated and free
    from this cage
    I once knew.

    When we die we escape from our bodies, this prison I call life. X

    Lostlove

    • 11 years ago

      by yogi73

      Hello Lostlove,

      Quite contrary to death this poem is meant as an affirmation of a life free from expectations...

      The cage is the cage of unhappiness and discontent. We are free to be liberated of sadness when it's time for us to do so. If we choose to practice happiness and feeling free, then we will feel that way. If we choose to focus on regretful thoughts and negative past impression, then we have imprisioned ourselves in a bad place, not to more forward. We choose our thoughts. We exercise our will to choose happiness over sadness. just my outlook...nothing more.

  • 11 years ago

    by LostWords

    I love the repetition. Making it flow oh so delicately, such as the oak you are under. Great 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Its like a place or a sanctuary where one goes
    to release his/her burden and in this case an
    oak tree where you sleep everything away and for that moment peace is there..liked it..take care :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Can I find shelter there as well, Zach? I wish to have no wants too!!!!

    Nice poem, made me smile for the innocense that oozed from it:)

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 11 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Yes, a good poem Cycler73, I like the Oak Tree being like your sanctuary from expectations of life.
    (Save a place there for me as well!)
    I too, liked the daring shhhhhhhhh of the breeze.
    Very original!
    A nice piece and I enjoyed reading this! 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Yakori bint Muhammed

    Wow! This is brilliant, how you integrated the analogy of nature to portray your message, is done effortlessly splendid. I see the subject in between a limbo, uncertain and in despair while optimism and hope lingers about his or her aura. So immersed into this chagrin that you feel dejected and can't break free instantly to start a journey of positive ventures.

    Life always produces trials for us but its left to us to decide how to fervently fight this pessimism and move on. After strings of formidable turns you finally give faith a chance to usher you into the lingering light.
    'No condition is permanent' and 'what will be, will be; que sera sera'.
    Lovely composition. Keep it up!
    Cheers!

  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    I love the simplicity this poem shares... Intense:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    What made this piece unique is the repetition of the 1st line in each stanza. Under that tree you spy love, a canopy, dreams and liberty. These all leave brilliant memories by time. During staying, these memories might have been carved on the stem each with its date. I loved the way you used this in writing your poem. Really thought provoking.