Seedling

An idea with the metaphor of a seedling.

There was an idea,

Just one and it started as a seed.

It grew and grew as I watered it each day, 

Nurturing and cherishing it.

Gleefully watching it as it grew.

It became a tree, tall and majestic,

and I'd marvel at its brilliance for there was no tree like it,

But I couldn't control it, and it started to break my humble abode.

The foundations were cracking, the walls shattering,

As the tree grew wildly out of control.

So I cut that tree down, I hacked and whittled at it.

Until all that was left was a rounded stump.

I had an idea and it grew wildly out of control.

So I had forsaken it, for it was crushing my mind.

Author's Note

Hi, please review and tell me what you think about my poem. Thanks :)

Reviews

[khalid]

woww..it is really unique to look at the idea as a tree which you care of until it becomes high and strong..we may get many ideas everyday, some may grow as well as your tree, some may born dead...it is a really great poem with all the images, metaphor, similarities..
it is nice in words picking and the nice flow.....
i really enjoyed reading it..

[Lydia]

Very good, and interesting! I loved it!

[H.M. Eccher]

I find myself cutting down many of my ideas. The more I read this poem, the more I like your wording. The choice in style works perfectly with the subject. Well done.