Adrift

Once the arm of a tree, by gale broken set free

Drifting on waves of the sea carried by currents I can not see

Exposed to wind and sun not knowing destination or origin 

Riding various storms, peeled by waves that appearance transforms

Dropping into troughs and riding crest, as an unnoticed guest 

Hollow and empty it floats, wearing seaweed coats

No one to care sink or not, a lone battle fought

Washed up on a distant shore, broken, beat and sore

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The imagery is impressive here Soren and the metaphor strong. Your words paint a picture of isolation. Nicely composed visual work.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for your read and most kind words of encouragement they are as always most appreciated.

[John the Baptist]

Very interesting symbolism here. I believe the tree is the Higher Power, the arm a branch of that tree, and its sad fate that of many people. It is a cautionary tale, for this could be any of us.

[Soren]

Thanks John I appreciate the interpretation and review. Your view of this is certainly a possible meaning in which it can be taken. It is one way of looking at it that I had considered when writing it.