It just stood there
Happy to simply be
Sometimes a little gentle sway
Of it's skinny bark
In the breeze
Teasing it's leaves a bit
And when it was bare
It was still just ...there
Standing proud
Putting up with it all
Reminding me
To do the same
Those determined little buds
Packed full of potential
Showing how essential
It is to live in hope
Of a new bloom
Green shoots
Will emerge again
Soon
Thanks Cynthia It's good to know that other people also feel passionate about trees! No, I haven't heard of shinrin-yoku I am going to find out about it now. Poem poppers? Ah so that's the term for a poem just popping into you head? Great?
I'm so sorry you lost your tree! My sister wept for days when a pine tree was taken out from her immediate neighbourhood. I think my husband and I will be much challenged as well, this winter.
Are you familiar with 'shinrin-yoku'? A tree isn't a forest, of course, but surely the same principle is there.
Poem 'poppers' can often be fabulous.
Cheers Andy, I started using this tree as a focus for mindfulness & meditation since last winter, then they go cut it down! I was so upset, but at least I got one last gift of an instant poem out of it! Glad to hear you take your time over your poems too, I usually do.
that would have took me ages to write, Ruth. I am sure a slow writer, but i can relate to that seeing trees cut down. Sometimes they get cut down for no reason atall. Good stuff (:
Ruth, I like being quirky
Uniques me quite nice
Would rather be quirky
Cos murky ain't nice
I've been using rhyme for 2 years now and you get to know combinations like quirky/murky. Like anything I guess. Repetition, repetition, repetition......?
Nice one Don, you have a talent for immediately taking inspiration from whatever you encounter & weaving it into a quirky little rhythm
Short and succint
Poems I find
Quickly come out
To the pen from ones mind
I'm lucky I guess
The style of my rhyme
Is short and succint
Does not take much time......
Thanks Don, This is the fastest poem I have ever written! It just popped into my head after my favourite tree was cut down yesterday afternoon.
How could I not
Respond to this Ruth
This wisdom you've written
This wisdom, this truth.....
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 19th Aug 2019 11:24
Not 'THE term', just 'MY term'! Didn't want to lead you astray. But it's not bad, is it? You might want to check further back on my input. I have other 'tree' poems too. They fill my life.