Palm Breeze
A Palm's After-Storm Reflection
On this balmy November day, all of us stand beneath skies that have seen storms--but remember our voices amid the loud roar of thunder.
We are the palm trees--we bend, straighten, sometimes lose a few branches when there are storms in our lives--but we reach our own rhythm.
Our dance goes on despite the rain.
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My palm fronds dance in the wind
Watch kites kiss the sky
Tasting the metallic air--
Hearing, knowing, but not listening.
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They sense the tumult of the clouds--
The world in chaos, deer running.
The whoosh of wind and sands shift
My branches bend.
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The faint smell of sea salt
From waves that poured over.
But my tattered trunk remains.
My seeds sprout on new soil.
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The calm blue sky returns--
My fronds sway in a new dance.
They feel the sea's breeze as they traipse.
Hearing--and knowing their whisper.
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Yet I stand, listening, still dancing,
Knowing when to bend
And when to straighten
To my tune.
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For Mikeydred's November Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (7)
I recently heard that palm trees actually lean-in towards the storm rather than refrain from it. Wow...to have that kind of faith and courage. I see on the news where typhoons are about to hit the Philippines. Praying for God's protection.
This was so beautiful. I love the contrast of these two lines from the beginning and the end "Hearing, knowing, but not listening." "Hearing--and knowing their whisper.Yet I stand, listening, still dancing."
Love the analogy of life and the palm tree. Very creative.
Love thisβso soothing and vivid! You really make me feel the wind and the sway of those palms. The imagery of bending but still dancing is perfect. π
Lovely work on resilience
This is a gorgeous poem of encouragement. "Our dance goes on despite the rain...knowing when to bend...and when to straighten to my tune." I love this, Michelle.
This was so beautiful Michelle. Loved your poem!