Old Tree

The sentiments of a tree-hugger.

Old tree, you gnarl

tired bows low complaint

wearied arms lifted

you heavenward entreat

companionable behavior from 

a lifelong sun worshipper.

So thaw the winter's rime

adorn with mantle, leaves

felicity envelop your 

wise drawn craggy face

lit by life from within

peers questioningly out

at agitated men whose deeds

and lifetimes narrow, span

just a portion of your journey.

Earth Mother's heady wine

knowledge beyond their ken

her wisdom they shan't drink

from deep inside her womb

for they can never root

green acorns not to sprout

lost, teeter on the brink

oblivious to their doom.

Of Nature's delicate balance 

shall never 'gain discern

omniscience' graceful touch diminish 

that rigid future carved

as lonely genus dwell

with every bow they fell

lumberjack-vain tendencies 

will seal the tomb.

rikkevi rue copyright 2013

all rights reserved

Author's Note

all reviews welcome

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'.. her wisdom they shan't drink -- from deep inside her womb -- for they can never root -- green acorns.'

How true your words and how true their poetic convictions. Seems Man spends more time looking in shop windows than at the forest's minsicule wonders where nations of beasties live beneath the old tree's bark, protect and fed by it. I could pick and pick different parts of your thoughts but will only say that this poem means more than a few letters.. and, consequently should be read.

'.. with every bow they fell - lumberjack-vain tendencies -. will seal the tomb. ' What a tragedy.

[Rikkevi Rue]

hey emmajoy. I guess I never answered this review! ee gads!I stopped coming here to the cafe for a LONG time. thanks so much for your thoughts and review.

[emmajoy]

No worries, but, enjoyed the contents of your write so.. Blessings on your wherever you are.. ..

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has a classic Shakespearean flavour in a modern poem and it fills the reader with images of nature and her longevity, her beauty despite the ravishes of time. Lovely piece indeed.

[Earthbound Angel]

I personally LOVE your sentimentality with the forces of nature. This poem brings to life so many images that I could read it again and again and see something new each time. I myself am a Tree Hunger from days of yore. Balance in all things especially in nature would serve us well. I have read recently that trees have a heart and they actually can talk to each other. I loves trees!!

[Rikkevi Rue]

Thanks EB. Trees are jewels. Whenever I see one cut down (just to clear space) it saddens me at the waste of sentient life. I totally believe trees can communicate with each other. I sent to a redwood forrest not long ago and that place was utterly amazing

[Earthbound Angel]

One only need sit and meditate in all that magnificence to feel its energy.

[Joiedevivre]

an ode to those wonderfully steadfast and bountiful creations we often neglect to appreciate. Consciousness makes us progressively more vulnerable to the ravages of time, as you well recognise here. Thank you for sharing this meaningful write.

[Rikkevi Rue]

Really? So few seem to appreciate my sentimentality regarding these amazing forces of Nature, which makes you a rarity among readers! I often hypothesize a story about the world where all the various ails (as well the triumphs) are relative to and commensurate with the protagonist's sentient connection and ability to commune with Forests and the life force contained therein and the antagonists disdain and abuse of them. But then I'm obviously fond of forests! Thank you for your review.

[Joiedevivre]

you are also a mystic of sorts :)

[Rikkevi Rue]

of sorts :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very good write on this old tree...Bravo

[Rikkevi Rue]

Thank you. Appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...Any time...:).............