tree is me

Linked to:  http://dversepoets.com/2014/05/06/tree-poetry/

firm,

rooted

in granite of

towering rockies,

standing tall as all

blue spruce kin

round mountain glen of

colorado columbine,

i stretch my limbs

to shake off loose needles

in cool alpine breeze.

i whisper my secrets

in blue shade as

eagle soars above

my shaggy crown into thin

blue canopy of sky

where ancient stars blaze,

 and gazed down on my

ancestors who succumbed

to wild forest fires lit

by blue lightning;

those charred remains

fertilize my offspring

as evergreen generations of

conifers rise up, and up.

i show protective

mother love for shy

dark-eyed chipmunks

that dart under my skirts

and offer patient tolerance

to raucous mountain blue jays

who build messy nests in my arms,

glad

to be

alive.

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sumana Roy
    May 08, 2014 @ 08:40:13

    what a fine layout…and lovely write…

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  2. ManicDdaily
    May 08, 2014 @ 00:48:25

    Super charming. K.

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    May 07, 2014 @ 18:09:47

    I love the blue spruce,, and columbine.. when I was hiking in Colorado those moments when all this things combine were the best.. and I like the shape too.

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  4. Mary
    May 07, 2014 @ 13:58:09

    I really enjoyed this poem, even more so after I finished reading it and noticed its shape. Smiles. I could really feel the heart of this tree from your words!

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  5. kkkkaty1
    May 07, 2014 @ 13:30:39

    …was struck by your repetition of the color ‘blue’ here as in spruce, sky, lightning. Strong write

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  6. summerstommy2
    May 07, 2014 @ 11:20:49

    Very well done lynndiane, I like the personification you expressed.

    Reply

  7. Grace
    May 07, 2014 @ 10:58:32

    Your personification of the tree is skillfully done ~ I love the mother heart & patience for other creatures ~

    Shaped words are clever too ~

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  8. bmiller007 (@bmiller007)
    May 07, 2014 @ 03:58:18

    whispering secrets in blue shade….nice…stretching those needles out…
    glad you take care of the munks as well…cool concrete poem too…smiles.

    Reply

  9. writerwannabe763
    May 07, 2014 @ 03:42:40

    Your lovely poem was very visual… I could see it in my mind… Diane

    Reply

  10. billgncs
    May 07, 2014 @ 03:30:39

    We went through Yellowstone right after the big fire – and over the years have been back again and again to see how it renews.

    Reply

  11. gailatthefarm
    May 07, 2014 @ 03:07:05

    Your poem shaped very nicely. I saw the tree.

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