The Language of Trees
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Mariusz Oleszkiewicz
Hamadryad
there is a place i go sometimes
where the trees have woven their branches
into the length of my spine
their leaves cushioning joints
creaking with age.
and from it
i found a language we share
based on the silent wishes of the heart
unspoken for so long
that they get lost in the neural determinants of bone and sinew.
and sometimes
when i am silent long enough
i wake to find their roots
gently cradling my legs
enrapt, like lovers
attuned.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
posted for Poets United
smiles...beautiful connection to nature...i def love my trees, so i like the personification there in the end...them cradling you...that would be a very cool surprise...smiles...
ReplyDeleteTrees hold the wisdom and have witnessed everything!
ReplyDeletethe only place of comfort, solace and peace where we need to go and must go....
ReplyDeleteI love this. Beautiful !
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery of this Audrey ~ May we always find their roots entangled with ours ~
ReplyDeleteThe images you paint with your words are exquisite. Bravo my friend.
ReplyDeleteSuch a vivid image you have created.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Like making love to a tree.. what a beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Trees seem to possess a wisdom we lack while their roots and branches seem to connect both last and future.
ReplyDeleteThere is a wonderful bond between trees and humans, Audrey; and your poem points this out clearly.
ReplyDeleteOh, I have found yet another sister to trees...thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is lovely Audrey...ya know, one of my very favorite sounds is the sound of a light breeze rustling the leaves of a tree...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Humankind has a connectedness to the trees that fill and enhance and sustain their lives, and your words capture the organic quality and affinity of this primordial bond.
ReplyDeleteGreat capture! The spine, the cradling--I Think this is true or it could be so.
ReplyDeleteHow often trees have been a comfort in our hours of sadness.
ReplyDeleteah, to bond with nature. :)
ReplyDeletegreat imagery.
when i am silent long enough
ReplyDeletei wake to find their roots
gently cradling my legs
How one can relate and reconcile with nature. It will be a respite from the rat race one faces. Nicely Audrey!
Hank
And it is in those attained silences that the cradling becomes comfort, contentment, enlightenment.
ReplyDeleteThat is just lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I wish I could write poems as lovely as this!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteThat's a wonderful way to depict the harmony between humans and trees, though I'm curious about what you meant by 'neural determinants of bone and sinew'
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading this one Roshni! Sometimes the words just come and they seem to work--That was the case here--I don't think there was a specific intent here
DeleteIntimacy with the ones we share our breath with. I see the human form in trees all the time, and other animal forms as well. I wonder if the trees see their forms in us, especially as we wrinkle and stiffen with age?
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