The Maple's Sanguine Lament, Spoken Word

It is getting to be that time of year again.

The Maple's Sanguine Lament

The Maple's Sanguine Lament is published in Monsters, Avatars, & Angels

A paperback and digital version is available here

ill last out the polar

Author's Note

Capcha braeside

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i've said it before, but i'll say it again. your breadth and depth of knowledge impresses me! do you incorporate these things in your books as well?
there was so much i liked about this spoken word. there were many personae - all trees - each with their own personality. it made for a great comedy sitcom.
so many lines i picked up: Flashing bright carmine; chortled with a growing northern; clad in white woolen; to sweet dreams not the hereafter; awaken to spring to bloom & to flower. they were all great, very pleasant to the ears and brain.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you for this gracious review. I love learning new things about our existence and yes, i do try to incorporate it into my prose as well; expecially the connection wiht nature:) The Wisp is brimming with that:)

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

it's my on my wish list but i still haven't gotten any money yet. it's been tough.

[Pryde Foltz]

No hurry. then. Keep enjoying the audios; they are free:)

[Einstein Noodle]

what fun and rollicking frolicking bluster .. poor maple ... must be a newbie :) steady ol' evergreen .. pokes a little fun but never over needling ;}
E.

[Pryde Foltz]

But no one is wiser than the evergreen:) Thank you, E:)

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha i suppose not :))))))))))))))

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pryde... I know people who mingle like this...
the autumn is like a pipe organ... the mournful sounds...
the emotions gather to enjoy the weather beaten prologues of
lovers lament. My Mother pressed lovely leaves into semi-dried clay
to preserve the pattern of the veins and then she baked them in a kiln...
and when they were dry, she painted them in colors of red and gold
with shadows of lavender blue. We treasure the autumn of our life and
press the memories into poetry. I think I shall never see trees as gregarious
as your poem with the evergreens wishing they too could change their
colors and bed under the Oak and Maple trees and sleep all Winter
under feather pillows and woolen blankets with fallen leaves from other climates
where French is spoken with the purpose of romantic rendezvous. truly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Pat:) So glad you enjoyed:)

[Lorry]

Ah, on seeing the topic, I had to check and indeedly do, you're Canadian (so if you're Canadian, why isn't it called Canadia? And most importantly of all, why tree juice on your pancakes?)
Anyhoo, now that I've said what you must have heard a million times, onto your wonderful write.
You seem to have tuned into 8 year old me, who always imagine trees screaming as they done their slow strip tease, looking down at their roots and cursing their lack of feet to run away from their leaf genocide, whilst wondering why we keep smiling at their pain, as we take pictures of their suffering for posterity. (yeah, que surprise that I was also odd as a kid😀)
You have given voice to what we see as an inanimate object (although we know better) and I like the playfulness opposing your wonderful descriptions and beautiful words on what I imagine to be another breathtaking sight of mother natures dance through the seasons... But I think I'll stick with marmalade thanks 😀

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Lorry ... but marmalade ... R U British or from the deepest darkest Peru. #paddington. Tree juice is delicious if you boil it down. I don't know why it is not canadia ... probably a French thing and cause the trees just give it away come early spring. We like free things:):):)

[Lorry]

I think I am distantly related to Paddington, but he prefers thick cut orange, where I go for lime marmalade.
I was sent some maple syrup a few years back, and was shocked that it was quite delicious, which was unfortunate, because its still tree juice 😀
And yes, Scotland... So I have a bloody cheek, considering we eat haggis (also delicious, but still kinda gross) 😀

[Pryde Foltz]

Never tried haggies ... how is it with tree juice?

[Lorry]

Well knowing that our reputation for a tipple is well known, it will come as no surprise that we serve it with a whisky sauce. I think that's mainly due to our trees tasting disgusting. 😀

[Pryde Foltz]

Canada, the home of tasty trees. Our new tourist slogan ... you like? Haha:)

[Pryde Foltz]

Loved you last work in brevity

[Lorry]

Excellent, but the maple leaf on the flag should have a smiley face too. 😀
Will that be on your car registration plates too or instead of yours to discover? I don't know if that's a Canadian thing or a regional thing, but I would hate to see such a welcome offer disappearing completely. I reckon that's what makes you the world's friendliest country, like a valeted version of America, without the attitude. (sorry Americanese, but Canadian wins hands down)
And many thanks for reading. Hopefully I will get back to less brief writing soon, once I stop being so easily distra...ooh, a pigeon! 😀

[Lorry]

That meant to say Canadia, not Canadian, but predunctive toast... I mean predictive text changed it.

[Pryde Foltz]

:):):):):)

[Neville]

How delightfall is this... very said the little half naked bush.... and me of course... N

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Neville. Our lovely maple will be born again, not to worry:)

[The Twin Arenas]

Great idea. Everything is envious of everything. Explains a lot. Great idea, executed well.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, TA. Envy is indeed natural but I think it brings out different things in different people.

[Lydia Shutter]

Great personification here, Pryde. The trees seem to be a bit catty! :) I enjoyed this one. Lydi**

[Pryde Foltz]

They are snippety with each other that is for sure. But then there would be no humor in the forest without it:)

[R.E. Ray]

Even in nature, you've discovered the green envy, Pryde. It seems we all want what others have, not seeing the beauty and blessings in our own makeup. A clever and original take on autumn, the seasons of life, and our accompanying moods.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, RE. Yes the trees are competitive with each other, in my poem, but also in real life, competing for light and space. Fortunately, everything gets used for the good of the all in the life cycle of an ecosystem. And in the end, the evergreen remembered a little tenderness can go a long way:)

[Dave Brown]

The evergreens, tho possibly jealous, provide a perfect backstop for the brilliant fall maple
They line our driveway with their bright color each fall
very effective presentation

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Dave. How could the wise evergreen not be a little envious of the glorious maple but then the evergreen rules the snow and cold. It all comes out even:)

[MomzillaNC]

Wonderful! Love it.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Denise:)

[MomzillaNC]

yvw 😎