dry parched roots 
harnassed
held captive
where light
no longer shines
peer into our
future a
life no longer
tended
© September 2012
Renee Espriu
dry parched roots
harnassed
held captive
where light
no longer shines
peer into our
future a
life no longer
tended
© September 2012
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
I know what you mean about low energy. I learned to pace myself. I do a bit, sit, do a bit more, sit. Or I’d never get anything done. The heat drains my energy too, so, I look forward to cooler temps, it can stay in Autumn until spring for us eh! 🙂 I’m glad you have the strong mind it needs to cope with your illness.Keep on keeping on.
This is an amazing pic, love it. Your poem has a strong message. Holding something captive and, sooner or later, it will die.
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Glad to have run across your site, Bren, and to know you understand when I talk about some health issues. For whatever reason I found I needed to put some remark about why I seem to disappear from my site for a time. Just me, I guess. Thank you for all your comments.
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A bit sad…like the ending of a life…but really that’s the cycle we’re held “captive” to, right? I love that picture…you describe it so perfectly with your well chosen words.
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Sometimes life seems so very fragile and the universe within which it is kept so very small. Thank You!
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sad scenario.
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I think so. I love the beauty of nature but there are some place in the world where people have so encroached that nature struggles to survive.
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