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One day ... when you will whisper no more
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One day ... when you will whisper no more |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity 
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 * To my beloved Pine Tree in gratitude for what he meant to me ... * One morning I stepped out to my balcony to greet you and to exchange our energy. An unusually strong light then hit my eyes and it was in that moment that I realized that something out there was terribly wrong. The view didn’t fit my decades-long memory. Something … no, “someone” that I loved was missing and my heart sank in fear. No, it cannot be true! I felt my knees weaken while I approached the edge of the wall, bending over …then I heard my soul scream as it perceived your own painful lament, rising from the poor remains of your trunk. What cruel hands had perpetrated the killing? Where was I while they had slaughtered you? Why wasn’t I there to hug you and protect you? I would have screamed and shouted “Nooooo…”! I ran down the stairs with a pounding heart. I questioned the bewildered concierge who mumbled something about “too much shadow ...”! I then leaned over you and wiped your tears of still fluid resin spilling in astonished shock all over your quivering wound facing the sky. Your rings revealed that you had lived 50 years. To your tears I added mine of deepest sadness. I kept the scent of your spirit on my hands … How many times you have shown me your aura! How many times I had meditated under your crown! How many times I used your branches to swing in fantasy higher and higher to touch the stars! How many times I happily played with the full moon who loved to hide and unveil following your mood, when you swayed in the sweetness of the breeze! Now we touch in spirit and you whisper love, only love, every time I see beyond the emptiness of your space. It is hard to forgive those who didn’t see your beauty. It is hard to witness the actions of ingrate humanity who goes on killing the very source of its breath. One day it might be too late for awareness to dawn within the minds of men ... One day ...when you will whisper no more. * |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"too much shade"... weak excuse, strong poem, and your memories will go on, and on. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Oh, Margherita, I felt every tortured word that spilled from your broken heart. I too, am a lover and hugger of trees and have written several poems about them. I have experienced the same emotions when trees that I have loved have been unceremoniously struck down.  Giving you a warm, compassionate hug, Linda   |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
It's so sad, Margharita, that humans will callously destroy anything that causes them the slightest inconveience. I hear people complain all the time about the silliest, most natural things in the world. A dog barking, a rooster crowing, a baby crying, things that don't even occur to me as something to complain about. I think that we should rejoice in the sights and sounds of life while we can. Ida |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Dear Marguerita,At first You made me feel strange when reading this poem cause you subtly unveiled that it was the assassination of a tree, the beginning made me think of one person who had been killed, It's a great and precious work that you made I give you this beautiful sentence that I saw in the film The lemon trees : celui qui coupe un arbre tue un homme. Un grand merci yann |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Margherita, My heart goes out to you. When I was little, we had two trees that we all loved. We called them "the Sentinals". They stood side by side and looked out over the mountains. We climbed in those trees. My playhouse was under them. My mother loved them so much. One fell on her wedding anniversary, into the boughs of the other. We all cried. For years, I still had my play house under them. Those trees were part of our family. Alison |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
I wonder, if all those heartless people cutting down the trees also were educated. I wish they could read poems on nature. May be they would stop such acts. Love this poem. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms mar, and now the sun will touch the ground with new life and passion...and someday another pine will rise looking for your eyes |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Karilea, thank you for understanding. Yes I will always cherish this memory. Imagine, I even did my eye-gym by focussing on the Pine trunk and then back to my outstretched hand … Dear Linda Angelo, thank you so much for sharing in my pain so intensely. Thank you for the compassionate warm hug too. Your eyes and your soul appreciate the same things like mine. Thank you from my heart, dear Ida, for your wise and warm words. It is so true that people in general are so irritable for nothing, they have lost the ability of finding inner peace. Oh, dear Yann, those words you share “the one who cuts a tree kills a man” really say it powerfully. For every tree we cut, we should plant a new one, because we do need the oxygen to survive. All the countries should imitate Sweden, where they actually plant more trees than they consume. It’s a compensation for what is going on in other parts of the world, like Amazonia. Thank you so much. Dear Alison, thank you so much for your warm reply! Yes, you say it, such trees are part of the family, indeed. In our street we had already lost a few Pine trees in the past when there was an uncommonly strong snowfall. It was extremely painful to assist to the sad spectacle of those trees crashing under the weight of the very wet snow. Pine trees have short roots that don’t go deep and they can’t sustain much weight. But that was a natural accident, like the one you speak about and we can’t blame ignorance for it. Thank you dear Prasad for your kind and wise comment. I agree wholeheartedly with you. Dear D., thank you for your loving and optimistic comment. Yes I know, but still it hurts. The falling branches of the Pine tree have almost killed also my Tuya, which I had grown on the balcony and planted down in the street when it had grown too tall. The Tuya stood full, rich and beautiful down there, now it has been stripped almost naked. I'm anxious to see if it will survive. Thank you all. I have many pictures of my Pine tree and I will not forget. Love, Margherita  |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
your love of nature shows, trees are our friends....even more so than people, they give freely the air we breathe! |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I empathize with your feelings. I have written poems about my special trees and have mourned at their loss. But in my case it was nature that was so ruthless and easier to forgive. Love, Joyce |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 gosh |
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Ray Sharpe Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 112Tenerife |
I am going to have to stop reading the poems on here.....I end up crying like a baby!!!! I felt every pain of your heart in your words. the pine will live on ...forever ...in you |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
Applause, applause, Margherita! This is a beautiful poem that touches on so many ills. I have often wondered when the day will come that we not only worry about the ozone layer, but a sudden decrease in the proportion of oxygen in the air without which we can't survive. You spoke this truth so well, and it is good to hear it in poetry! Art |
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leoni_v Member
since 2008-05-28
Posts 54Mpumalanga, South Africa |
Lovely poem, it should be required reading to everyone contemplating killing a tree! Thanks for sharing! |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
nice read |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
dear freind, sometimes when someone/something is there no more, we feel its absence. the habit? no it is love.i feel with you. clever talks delay friendship! |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Dear Margherita, This reminds me of the old Ginkgo trees that the city removed from around the playground across the street. As you may know, the fruit of the Ginkgo tree has an aroma that smells like vomit when they are crushed. When I asked the city why they removed the Ginkgo trees, they said they did it for the kids. It seems that when the kids would walk home from the playground, they would get the Ginkgo fruit stink on their shoes, and track it into their houses. Then the parents would beat-up on the kids. So I rested my complaint about the removal of the trees. They were removed for good reason. I'll have to write a poem about that. Bobby |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Oh, this one touched my very soul. I am mourning with you. ((hugs)) |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Margherita, I struggled to read your poem and the responses through my sobs at the passing of your pine tree. I too have similar tree stories, but am too upset to tell them now. - Owl |
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graeshine2006 Member
since 2008-06-03
Posts 368The Prairie Lands, USA |
I can so appreciate this! I love trees; their energy, their strength, their growth, their giving. The way they sway with the wind instead of standing so stubborn against it. Sorry of the loss of your friend! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I am so deeply touched by your warm comments, dear poet friends. Thank you from my heart! Love, Margherita |
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