The Hollow Oak
Stanzas on Perfection
Is there Perfection?- Michelle Liew
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In the woods where shadows stray,
A hollow oak stands, beaten and gray.
It’s crooked branches scratch the skies,
Yet its sap flows where old leaves lie.
The RavenCaller pecks a branch
Squawking truths that slice, by a lance
“Eschew the dreams that chase the whole
Embrace the might of Perfection’s hold.”
**********************************************************************She looked again, the bird far from real
A wooden scarecrow without feel
Its hollow form, made with Craftsmen’s stick
The drawing call, a clever trick
The oak still stays, its roots still bind
Embracing scars that stay in the mind.
In broken forms, its beauty grows
The perfect lie the forest knows.
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 (1)
Oh wow, this was so deep. Loved your poem!