I posted this on the AS story forums.. thought maybe someone here would like it. Hopefully it will go over better than my last poem in this forum...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A small, sturdy sappling grows in a field.

 

 

 

Its life but an empty book awaiting an author.

 

 

 

The suns arises early this morning,

 

 

 

and I see a hint of green.

 

 

 

What a proud little sappling it must be,

 

 

 

to have sprouted its first leaf for me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weeks go by and I return to that field.

 

 

 

As I make my rounds, I spot that plant.

 

 

 

Oh how big my little friend has become.

 

 

 

I sit down beside it and smile.

 

 

 

As the wind blows its small, green leaves,

 

 

 

I pull out a knife and gingerly slice them off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I work carefully until all that remains

 

 

 

is the thin and delicate trunk.

 

 

 

I remove the sappling from the ground

 

 

 

and carefully strip the bark.

 

 

 

What a perfect tree he was.

 

 

 

What a perfect tree he could have been.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After I have finished, I inspect my work.

 

 

 

I smile to myself as I cut a notch into each end.

 

 

 

I slip a few feathers into one

 

 

 

and tie a flat, but sharp head to the other.

 

 

 

Straight as an arrow this little tree was,

 

 

 

and never have I seen one prettier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I marvel my work for only a second.

 

 

 

A rustling of leaves comes from behind me.

 

 

 

Quickly I turn, nocking my little friend.

 

 

 

I fire without hesitation and watch with wonder.

 

 

 

So straight was his flight.

 

 

 

So dangerous was his landing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the beast falls, I silently stab its heart,

 

 

 

ending its painful death throes.

 

 

 

I glance solemnly at the arrow in its side.

 

 

 

"You saved me, my friend," I whisper.

 

 

 

Some might say that I've killed you today, friend,

 

 

 

but I believe I gave you a reason to live.

Second poem that has gone totally unnoticed.. I can't figure it out. Am I that bad?

Second poem that has gone totally unnoticed.. I can't figure it out. Am I that bad?

No.. poets are unfortunately not as appreciated as story writers it seems. :(

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very nice poem. :) Captivating and you have a way of portraying your images clearly. ^_^