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A Lone Pine Cone

pine cone on the grass
photo credit: Cam & Zoe Manderson

A Lone Pine Cone

There lies a pine cone on top of the freshly cut grass,
In June it sticks out like a sore thumb among the green mass.

How did it end up in the middle of the field,
Hidden from the machine’s blades — it remains concealed.

The towering forests cast their shadows overhead,
Offering protection to the cone’s attempt to spread.

It has avoided creatures, elements and people — it now waits,
There is no certain future for the cone as it lies in dire straits.

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Posted on 1 June '09 by James, under My Poems.

2 Comments to “A Lone Pine Cone”

#1 Posted by Rethabile (26.06.09 at 12:53 )

Hi, I read your poem and must apologise for wanting to comment. I mean no ill-will by doing so, just that I like the sound of your poem but stayed with these thoughts that I communicate to you here.

The opening line hooked me. It is simple and natural and evokes a certain pleasant feeling.

In the second line you use “stick out like a sore thumb” which I find unfresh and over-used. It killed the initial euphoria I had upon entering the poem.

Then I was intrigued again:
“How did it end up in the middle of the field,
Hidden from the machine’s blades — it remains concealed.”

I wanted to know.

Everything went well for me… I didn’t even notice the end-rhymes. Then the last line used a cliché: “in dire straights”, and misspelt, too (in dire straits is the right spelling).

I love the way you approached and told this poem (otherwise I wouldn’t have stayed to comment). I mean no harm. Just thoughts I had on reading your work.
Best

#2 Posted by James (26.06.09 at 16:55 )

Thank you for commenting, I fixed the spelling mistake and apologize for the clichés. I don’t write poetry that often but I will avoid using them in the future.