Hearts of trees

Where musical aesthetics might really come from

Death of trees is sorrows dream

silent pillars of wisdom gathered

from roots perennial needy draught 

to tip of earth-hairs fair locks

that lift her essence to the sky

and praise that vast azure bouquet

with a thousand shiny green tongues 

that greedily drink the sun's brave light

Fallen, Nature's sentience passes 

a thousand trees shed tear-like leaves

bequeathed, this broken body withers

surrender to mans vulgar schemes

life's glorious tower, but a log

no longer ligneous flesh and sinew

be torn asunder by teeth of steel

wind and light embrace no more

but grace arose from sacrifice, when

expression mined aesthetics ways 

a creature rare upon two legs, to

artfully shape this reluctant offering

draw creation from this finest wood

a shrine to the body of arboreal strife

bring voice to the pulse of their sentient life

free the vibrant song long locked inside

deep are the echos harbored in 

this vessel of rugged soaring height

captured in beautiful melodic sound 

with dulcet strings of guts and steel

Nature's lilting voice comes alive:

the joy of a lute sings of leaves a-breeze

a guitar strums of the dancing branch

the voice of his heart could but a violin sing

sweet dulcimer to sound the dance

deep as his roots shall the bass notes ring 

pianoforte sings of the forrest eves

and the harp to voice his dreams

with our ears we worship thee.

rikkevi rue 

copyright 2013

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Author's Note

all reviews/comments welcome. Seriously, I appreciate your views

Reviews

[Sethnicity]

Loving this Rikke! You meet me in a scared place where nature and melody are created and the sap of the earth bleeds through to stick to the fingers and limbs of the creatures who take note or pass by spreading our thoughts and wisdom like half eaten seeds from the mouth of a squirrel.

You find the circle of life in every aspect and although sometimes painful sometimes to a stranger you complete the journey every time. Thank You for another brilliant piece of literature. there are so many writers concerned with having piles of poetry or extravagant libraries and books a hook but the best best blooms bloom strong and sweet and few and far between so that one lucky buggy bee can get fed nectar of the source.

This is great writing one day I will have the pleaser to be chaptered next to you...

[Rikkevi Rue]

Thank you for your kind words my friend and for expressing your views. It is a pleasure to hear from you again! It is true we are all riding that circle, a cosmic merry-go-round of the spiritual order. Some know not what sensation they are feeling for their eyes are shut, others glimpse just the handhold they clutch fearfully in from of them and see all else as a blur, so it is always a great pleasure to encounter one who gazes on all the motion of the life swirling around them and possesses the temerity to attempt articulating it! This is what I love about you Sethman!

Perhaps that is what sets us "children of the ink" apart from others; the burning desire to attempt articulation. The greatest beauty from my perspective is the unique way that each expresses his view of life's grand game. That no two are truly alike is a blessing, and to me the finest quality is the courage to be oneself. Write on brother!

[Rikkevi Rue]

clarify: not "i from of them" rather in front of them.