Open Poetry #33 |
Sketched Forestry of Burn |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Dead light fails To creep under the rim of barren limb and illuminate the underside Where bark peeled in decay Hangs loose Yet swarms with beetle And I… Remember how it looked When alive it filled with green Bringing each spring the hope of shade Each winter the comfort of abstracts To dance in beams of moon Across our bodies As if we became the tangle of roots below And our own joining was that of earth And tree Of sky And shadow How long now Before it comes down Just as we did In thud of storm to splinter Gouging rough scars Leaving our own skin too tender I’ll draw this in black and white Scrawls slipping from line To line To line Now broken Then join the wind To play about on thoughts of how Both the tree and you Grew |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you sure have an awesome way of telling the story |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
WOW..... this leaves me breathless, and in awe... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
And I… Remember how it looked When alive it filled with green Bringing each spring the hope of shade Each winter the comfort of abstracts To dance in beams of moon Across our bodies As if we became the tangle of roots below And our own joining was that of earth And tree Of sky And shadow Capt, your way with words truly amazes me...Enjoyed your thoughts very much.. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron So many trees here have been devistated by the bark beetle. The comparison you make is heart rending. Time moves on...and thankfully nature usually sees to growing new things. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
many thanks to you all.. for the kind words about these scribblings of mine.. they in my mind are undeserved as I am always humbled by the words of others I read here... but I thank you for the read..and the thoughts |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
smiles...how soft, affirming and lovely Very much enjoyed reading... Remember how it looked When alive it filled with green Bringing each spring the hope of shade Each winter the comfort of abstracts To dance in beams of moon Across our bodies As if we became the tangle of roots below And our own joining was that of earth And tree Of sky And shadow Nature is so good to us, isn't it...this was to be applauded! And this.... How long now Before it comes down Just as we did In thud of storm to splinter Gouging rough scars Leaving our own skin too tender that it does, but...the skin can heal and callose so that scars can not even be felt... I’ll draw this in black and white Scrawls slipping from line To line To line Now broken Then join the wind Whewww, I'm wiping tears...how wonderfully written! Thank you for sharing |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
The growing never stops -- whether we do or not. Brilliantly written, and brilliantly inspired. |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Trees can feel so comfortable somehow . . . Perhaps that's why we identify with them, and why we mourn their loss. Enjoyed this. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Wonderful story. Enjoyed the read. JL |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Cpat, I read your response about being humbled. You have more talent in the peck of a computer key than I have in my whole body! Truly, you are an artist! It's a pleasure to read your work. misc'e |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
quote: oh, I really like that *sigh* |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Amazing write as always Captain... Very much enjoyed. Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And I… Remember how it looked When alive it filled with green Bringing each spring the hope of shade Each winter the comfort of abstracts To dance in beams of moon Across our bodies As if we became the tangle of roots below And our own joining was that of earth And tree Of sky And shadow ~*~ I need to polish up the stars, Cap'n... because you surely deserve them, for this... |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
*wipes the drool from her keyboard* Amazing storytelling...that's as sincere as I get Kristen If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Very vivid imagery, my friend. That closing line is so poignant. Corinne p.s. and yes, thank you, everything is well here. You? |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And I… Remember how it looked When alive it filled with green Bringing each spring the hope of shade Each winter the comfort of abstracts To dance in beams of moon Across our bodies As if we became the tangle of roots below And our own joining was that of earth And tree Of sky And shadow ============================ you know of course the tree hugging moth is keeping this... yes... you know. I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Only you could paint the life and limb of a tree...so meaningful. I always enjoy your poetry C. It moves through me. Even the bittersweet is something painfully rich and admirable in your verse. Love, Reg |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"How long now Before it comes down Just as we did In thud of storm to splinter Gouging rough scars Leaving our own skin too tender" Absolutely fabulous writing! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
" How long now Before it comes down Just as we did In thud of storm to splinter Gouging rough scars Leaving our own skin too tender" ...and it hurts. Again, you write it well..I felt the gouge. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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