Open Poetry #48 |
Leaves |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Uploaded with ImageShack.us sometimes, at night I walk the dark streets of Thibodaux just me and my mutt Zoe my poets' inner concentration allow me to hear leaves on the trees as they talk to me no, of course they do not speak but they do talk when, in the wee hours of morning city traffic almost nil far off a dog barks sensing Zoe and possible trouble wintertime and midnight past the best time to listen to the leaves as I walk street after street finding a good place I stand still Zoe sitting near my feet I begin to hear the gently rustling leaves of ancient oaks the strange needle-like leaves on the odd-shaped cypress trees whisper to me in bits and pieces of the leaves observations since the first settlers a red man's tribe were here then came the French and all the rest I listen, as does Zoe I feel small within the company of ghosts ©March 15, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
lovin' this Jerry, feel like I'm right there with you and Zoe Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good morning, Lori, and thank you. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wonderful piece, my friend ... among the best of yous. j. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, j., much appreciated. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Feeling the serenity in this, Mr Pat~
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you, Baby Girl, I appreciate it. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Misty Lilacs Senior Member
since 2005-11-15
Posts 1060White Birch Forest |
WOW - great piece! Marti |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
WoW! back to you, Marti, and thank you very much. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Maybe you were an ancient derwydd <-- (quite sure I spelled that wrong) in one of your former lives, JP. The trees do talk, and have much to say to those who can and will listen. Many secrets they hold, and have witnessed. Maybe not ghosts, but definately spiritual. Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hi Michael, did you mean Druids? At any rate, who knows where, or what, I have descended from. Strange feeling, all alone except for my mutt, and standing still listening to the wind rustle the leaves of the trees. I just got the feeling things were being said, but of course I didn't decipher anything except the rustling of the leaves. At least it brought on the poem, so maybe they did talk to me after all. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Hey, JP. Good morning to you. The word I was thinking of is the origin of the word druid... Not sure if it was derived from a Latin or Greek translation. However. The term represents more of a fairee or wood sprite... a magical being as opposed to a "druid"... being a human who practises magic. Btw, Zoe is an awesome name for your *mutt. Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Okay, Michael, you got me on the original name thing, but I have been Gooling around and found this name in association with the Druids . . . druidh . . . that is close enough to your misspelling to get my attention. Yep. Zoe is the boss. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Lol... When I was a kid I used to have an 1892 dictionary that was about eight inches thick. If I had a buck for every *obsolete word that still pops up in my head from that thing I could retire early. If google couldn't find it, I'm gonna have to dig that thing up out of storage to prove to myself I ain't crazy. You believe me, right Jerry? I ain't crazy I tell ya. Really, I'm not! Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Uh, yeah, Michael, I believe you. Uh huh. Yep and sho 'nuff . . . quit looking at me that way and laughing, come on man, we're friends heah . . . |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I think Michael's right about the spelling - derwydd is a Welsh word... (and if you think the spelling is strange, just listen to someone speaking Welsh - I had the opportunity to visit Wales several years ago and had to pull over when I tuned to a Welsh radio station... I was laughing too hard to concentrate on driving! LOL) Your ability to listen to those ghosts and whispers most will never hear is a gift... and when you put your pen to paper, you share that gift with us... Beautiful work!! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yeah, I have no doubt Michael is right with the spelling, it just looked so . . . er . . . strange, I went searching. Thank you, thank you twice, suthern, for being so nice to me in commenting on my poems. WORD TO HUSBANDS . . . |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“wintertime and midnight past the best time to listen to the leaves as I walk street after street finding a good place I stand still Zoe sitting near my feet I begin to hear the gently rustling leaves of ancient oaks the strange needle-like leaves on the odd-shaped cypress trees whisper to me in bits and pieces” Then shall the trees of the wood sing for joy, before the LORD, for He is come to judge the earth. (1 Chronicles 16:33 JPS) For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. (Isaiah 55:12 JPS) Well, sounds like prophetic poetry to me. Keep listening, my friend. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I guess it does sound prophetic, JL, although I couldn't deciper anything spiritual or religious about it. I'll listen harder next time, like in the morning. Thank for the input, my friend, it is appreciated. WORD TO HUSBANDS . . . To keep your marriage brimming With love in the loving cup, Whenever you're wrong, admit it; Whenever you're right, shut up |
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Ron63 Junior Member
since 2012-03-18
Posts 49Suffolk, Eng, UK |
This is such a lovely poem that brings to my mind one of the greatest joys about nature; I simply love the sound of whispering leaves on a cool breezy day. I can sit and listen for hours and never get bored of it. It's so beautiful and relaxing. Thanks for sharing your poem with us. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You are morn than welcome, Ron63, Yes, there is something soothing about the sound the leaves and the wind make together. Same thing with the sea as they dash up upon the craggy cliffs, or even a placid seashore where to hear anything you must put a conch shell to your ear. Everything say something to us. We are much too occupied to understand it however. But I am trying.--Thank you--Jerry |
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Strummer Junior Member
since 2012-03-14
Posts 12 |
Now being from Louisiana, you only missed out on hearing the clanking of accouterments and pawing of horse and mule drawn wagons in the mists of time and once in a while..maybe..just a parting of the mists to see the lines of soldiers |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yeah, maybe I missed all that Strummer, but I got enough out of it to hold me still for a few moments. Thanks for reading and commenting. WORD TO HUSBANDS . . . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This poem is very much after my own heart, Jerry. Really beautiful. Margherita |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hello, Margherita, and thank you for lending your heart to my poem. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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