The Cypress

For a new friend

Hope is a Cypress

cracking tendrils

through solid rock.

Churning sustenance from 

the barren land

holding tight to the cliff.

Growing, twisted in the wind;

thriving, thrusting branches

growing leaves of redemption.

Defiant and strong

courageous and beatiful

she conquers, she lives, she thrives.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Mark a very good and descriptive poem. The analogy of friendship is very apt. The flow is good and it reads easily.

[Mark]

Thanks much John :)

[Stanley Wilson]

great write mark imagery was vivid loved it

[John]

Unusual to give hope such a strong implacable presence, but it works. You anchor the image with those 'i's in 'tight' and 'cliff' and the 'thriving' 'thrusting' branches can push aside any obstacle.

[Mark]

Hope is more implacable than any of us realize I think. Thank you for your review John. :)

[lee von cleef]

Second "growing"? sprouts, percolates , Hope is Gods protecting grace.I like it.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Oh! I just spent some time with cypress trees on the river lately and this poem reminded me of how amazing they are! They are magical and to link them to hope is an amazing image. Love it!

[Mark]

Thanks Claire, they are amazing things. Monterey CA is one of my all time favorite places I've ever been too and in large part due to the Cypress trees growing out of the cliffs

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Absolutely wondrous, hope is something I personally cling to and never let loose of. I think the day that I do, if that ever happens, I will not want to live.

[Mark]

I'm glad you liked it and I am quite sure you will never lose hope.