Woodpecker

I keep pecking at the tree of life Only finding the bugs of strife. No nourishment for my aching heart No detailed map or starry chart. Pieces of bark I chip away Searching for the essence of yesterday. Rings of wisdom in the tree My eyes too blind to clearly see. The autumn of my life is here For spring and summer I shed a tear. For if I knew what I know now Would have done it different somehow. Yet different choices would have led To different sets of regret. Better to stop pecking at the tree Maybe it made, for a better me.

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Date: 8/5/2008 4:13:00 PM

I enjoyed this poem. The rhyme works well. Much to think about here. Thank you for sharing this well-written piece with us and for your kind words regarding my poem. Keep on writing! Have a nice day! Karen

Daver Austin

Date: 8/4/2008 7:38:00 AM

Hey, Heidie, the autumn of my life done come and gone a long, long time ago, but I've been through your description many times. How would things have turned out if.........? I really like this poem. Love, Daver

James Foulk

Date: 7/25/2008 9:11:00 AM

really enjoyed this poem. liked the way you compared a woodpecker with pecking away with life. liked the line the autumn of my life. yes love is good, but it hurts the heart so deep when we lose the love. thank you for reading my poem and for your comment