Through Your Eyes

I am mesmerized by the way you described that tree,

the one in your yard,

the one with the triumphant soul,

the graceful persona.

Full of experience that only years of quiet contemplation can gift.

 

I am nostalgic for the years that you burned,

the years that gave you solace,

the years that carried your sediment,

the years that perfected your thought process.

Full of wonder and living with an eye toward universal acceptance.

 

If I had one wish, this evening, any evening,

it would be that I channel your calming effect on this world

and create an aura thick with the blood of life and creation,

leaving behind the thoughts that mere mortality provides.

I'm filled to bursting with the thought of you.

 

Reviews

[Lorry]

This made me think of how we use words to describe those wordless things we feel, sense and ponder, like the soul of a tree, in wonder of all the how, why and When's that come in describing those wordless occurrences that capture our imagination.
I think we all need those places in our lives, where we can just be, in wonder of all the silent little wonders that bring words and understanding our place on this pebble, in the dark sea of the universe.
Thought filled write that gives me the urge to go hug a tree

[Crowley]

It’s much harder to write about merely being a vessel for gene replication…lol. Truth hurts, tree hugging feels amazing! Thanks !

[Neville]

Quite possibly one of the very best sir Crowley .. and for so many reasons .. Near took my breathe away
perfect & beautiful all rolled into one ................... Neville

[Crowley]

You know how to make a chap feel more than he is...lol. Thanks Neville!

[Neville]

... You really are most welcome and I am a man of my word sir & no kiddin N :)

[Chris Shaw]

Your description here could have applied to Albert, my paternal Grandad who introduced me to poetry at age nine. He didn't have the tree in his backyard, but he used to walk to the park every day sit on the bench and just be at peace with the world. He won a scholarship to a blue coat school but his family was too poor to be able to buy the uniform. He bore my father who had a University education in physics. I am wondering who this man is in your posted picture and your writing. He has found contentment, he is at peace and that is a sparkling gem if there ever was one. I wanna sit on that bench like my Grandad, but I find the shite in this world still triggers me.

Wonderful writing. I was there watching him.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poem Crowley.
"I am mesmerized by the way you described that tree,
the one in your yard,
the one with the triumphant soul,
the graceful persona."
The above lines. Said everything needed. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Crowley]

Thank you sir, so good to hear from you!!! Happy Friday!

[Coyote Poetry]

Happy Friday my friend and you are welcome.