"...Dragon's Scales And Sealing Wax..."

A life perspective observed

Sometimes we need "busy".

“…Dragon’s Scales And Sealing Wax…”

 

Sunrise…sunset

coffee

thoughts…pauses

shadows and perspectives

sounds, motion, echoes

comfort…home…even tomorrow…

 

"The days ARE actually getting "chilly" - 

who'd-a-thunk, I miss a tree …more than the neighbor…

before you think that ain't right - it isn't, 

but I guess it IS all life-perspective.”

 

“The tree didn't have a name but it had a presence

a daily presence - a place too

- in all life, in MY life -

a stubborn obstacle that had to be noticed

observed, appreciated -

walked around - immovable 

- immutable, and yet it "owned" the seasons -

daily, monthly, yearly.

And it had a draw

a coolness

a look

an effect on all around it - even time.

It both invited and shared,

put off and towered,

carried and protected,

held and nurtured,

breathed and cried

shook, laughed and shivered

…died.

It "spoke" often and was heard ~

was restless in the nights - all but pacing,

seldom understood but …it WAS…here… 

somehow …somehow."

 

"…It feels "chillier" now -

more than merely "wear a jacket" time

a friend is missing…

time has …changed."

 

Everything …changed

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

"Feel" and catch a breath.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

I read your author's note and it made me smile. Your poem is very magnetic. I could feel it holding and pulling at my heart's strings. Very moving indeed. I long to see the how the trees change with the seasons
and all the many colors and beauty of it. Alas, there are only two seasons where I'm from- rainy and hot. Right now, its the rainy season, and it's been raining for days. And sadly, the trees still look the same.
Lovely write, Chris.

[Mary Jonson]

It feels like a moment in time, captured and put in a bottle. Beautiful, and interesting writing strategy.

[Jacqueline]

I like how you humanized the tree; it comforts, offers shelter, etc... A tall living plant (for lack of a better word) is often more giving than another person. I can understand how you'd miss it

[Katelyn Barker]

That is amazing. I love how you described how time changed.

[JMKane117]

I really enjoyed how the third stanza built up to died. Outside my window right now its at that point. Even though I think you were talking about a specific season, you caught all of them in so few words. I was thoroughly impressed :)

[emmajoy]

' It "spoke" often and was heard ~ was restless in the nights - all but pacing, - seldom understood but …it WAS…here… - somehow …somehow."

I 'feel' - and, think I understand. Right now, breath's slow in coming, maybe because tears arrived first. Your poem's beautiful-sad. Means far more than letters. Thing is, a tree will grow, prosper, give and stay for as long as its core allows - can be centuries. Whereas a human being - that strange indifferent flighty creature with mere legs, just makes for where he/she thinks the grass is greener, but .. ..

[J. J. Nightingale]

I ventured out into the yard this morning
Took some pictures of my old tree
Leaves were on the ground
And life was everywhere
A single rose caught my eye
I snapped a pic, in respect
The chill hasn't reached us yet
But I feel winter in my bones...................

I felt so bad this morn
Till I spent time
With my
courageous
Friend.

Be safe Be warm....... And smile
You are ever in my heart..

Jazz

[Emily B]

there is always a mountain of 'stuff' to sort through / and it changes from season to season / am i coming or going this time? maybe becoming is the best word

much love to you, my friend

[Chris]

"Becoming" is a fine word...

[Emily B]

Hopefull

[Ken Simm.]

I've been looking at the science of seasons but one thing I've never found is the beauty of each. An explaination for the poetry both of physical seasons and the seasons of the mind. Here I have.

[Chris]

A "comment" to live up to...