Like a miniature garden
growing in a cup of limestone
a bond forms over time
scraps of leaves and bird droppings and seeds
roots, faint wisps at first
tap into the life force and dig down, deep
the bright flourish of first growth
gives way to a steady accumulation of experiences
big and small, good and bad
weather of all sorts caresses, buffets
and the seasons, revolving imperceptibly
turning us to and away from the source
branches wither and die
leaving the scar of remembrance
deep in the tissue
fibers of memory knot and twist
into strong rope
binding us together.
Melissa Shaw-Smith 
Such a great poem… full of rich poetic images and metaphors related to Nature…
I truly liked this one, dear Melissa.. Sending best wishes. Aquileana 🐉☀️
You are most kind to say so! I always hope that my words will resonate with others. All my best, Mel
“branches wither and die
leaving the scar of remembrance
deep in the tissue
fibers of memory knot and twist
into strong rope
binding us together.”
This is just plain brilliant.
I am honored by your words. Thank you, Huzaifa..
I love it. Reading and thinking about each line gave me such peaceful feelings. Thank you, Melissa.
Ah Brenda, you are welcome. I often find inspiration in my garden or the natural world–my source of peace, tranquility, and strength. It’s nice to hear that I managed to capture a little of that in the poem. All my best, Mel