The depth of the oak root twined round in the soil
gathers strength to raise the trunks limbs towards the sun.
The rain brings the nutrients and water necessary to
heal the scars from sharp winds and sudden storms.
You hold me in your heart providing the support
belief that empowers me to bring my strength
to hold you and our child safe from the world's
many insanities, to heal the scars of the cruelty of man.
We are in a dance where the seasons wear and build
yet, the light of love brings us peace to allow us to celebrate the good.
9:42 AM
11/04/07
Alexandria VA
In a list
A contest entry
- Early Bird Quickie 10/10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 4, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Beautiful tribute. Reminds me of the Renaissance image of the vine and oak, the one providing support and strength, the other using that support to grow and flourish. Very nice.
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I didn't realize I was using an old symbol
But, I was exploring images in a way I hadn't used before. Feel it shows in being inarticulate in ways I am not happy with. Still, I was suprised at the strength of the response. So I think or have been thinking, at least, that this is a subject to be mined further. This part of a relationship where we lean on one another providing both support and care and recieving it in return. Thanks for comment.
Peace & Love, Tom B.
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I guess this will not really be a "comment per say" on this write....it is more of a THANK YOU for bringing back one of the fondest memories in my life. My son is an avid outdoors kind of guy....hiking, kayaking, rapelling etc. Nature always spoke to him and it still does and he is finally old enough that I only whisper a silent " be safe" and let him go on his adventures. Anyway, back to my memory....when he was about 4 or 5 years old him and I took a walk when he all of a sudden stood still and stared at the ground "look mom" he said " this weed under the ground is so strong it was able to break through the concrete to reach for the sun. I want to grow up to be a weed-so strong that nothing can hold me from the sun". Of course my heart did "mommyflips" and I was thinking of a tree and its roots. And lo and behold...years later now I know he became that tree [not a weed]but someone with so much strength to give to anyone that ever needs it. He still loves nature and respects all of it. And his strength....should the time ever come that the roles are reversed, I [mom] know that I will be able to count on him [my tree-my rock-my hero].
Funny how a write can make the reader veer totally away from the writer's intentions and come to their own conclusions or associations with events. I also know that you are the tree ....not only for your family , but for all who ever have had the pleasure and blessing to get to know a part of your heart. Your roots are grounded deep and they keep branching out. You are on the right track and I thank you [just for being you]. And OMG , I rambled again...will be chastised soon by AP for hogging points but that is NOT my intention....
much love and a big thank you for the memories. That moment when he was ever so little should have told me of the future to come
xoxoxoxoxo
reenie
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I am amazed what is evoked by a poem. I treasure the words someone shares with me in regards to this. I care little about what my poem means. I know what it means to me, I wrote it. I want to hear the response it evokes in someone else. Most people are not honest enough with themselves to provide one.
Thank you for yours, it helped me see what it is about this poem that resonated with so many so much. It is about where we draw strength and safety. Emotional and spiritual strength are far more important than physical. They are harder to quantify.
My writing is a journey. It is not an autobiographical journey in the sense of being a tally of events. It does reveal my spirit and emotional growth. No one poem provides this, but any reader, such as yourself, who has followed my poems for any length of time has an intimate vision of my inner self that is far greater than many who have been aquainted with me for years.
Love, Tom B.
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So true Tomis ~
Lovely write....I understood every word this time ~
Your first few lines Rock ~
As your tone, so finely tuned says......we are in a dance, COMMA< where the seasons wear and build, COMMA....or Period ~
I think this is one of your more cliche' writes for your focus on poetry ~
Nice read though, for sure ~
Bear ~
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This is a toss off. I had five minutes before church and had just finished cooking sausage and waffles for the family. Almost forgot that I had entered the Quickie. Don't really even deserve the HM. Stunned by the reaction to it, that I found when I got home from Meeting. Now, a little embarassed by all the comments, I reread the poem and realize I still don't get it and I don't have to. I, just, accept and hopefully learn.
Love, Tom B.
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Held in someone's heart is the dance of all seasons and every reason to celebrate the light.
I don't know why, but this made me think of the hummingbird nest in the holly tree outside my window. It's so small, and rests between the leaves on the outer most tip of the tree branch. The storms blew, the branches flailed, but the nest held and the tiny fledglings grew.
The nest is empty now, but still holds, and I smile every time I see it.
And I'm reassured in the strength of home.
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I am honored and amazed at all the ways this poem has touched people. Written quickly and tossed off before I ran to Meeting, I was sure when I got home I would delete it and forget it was written. Shows what I know
we need resources of spiritual and emotional strength more than physical.
I am reminded of this now. Thanks.
Love, Tom B.
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New and interesting style for you. The tree that holds life and stability...different way to express love. I like it though. Congrad's on the HM as well ~Sie
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Thank you for the congratulations. We try to build strong, we need to bring our strength to it. We are different at play, in love and with family. In discovering where we are rooted we can become truer . . . Love Tom B.
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Unique Thoughts
What a divine way to look at life..the strengths of the tree & man...both springing back when the need be.
Both with good reason to survive, to live, and because of love man is very much like the tree. This poem has a beautiful balance between man & nature...
real powerful love...I can relate as a woman to this read....novy
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You take so much from my simple words. I am honored and amazed.
Love, Tom B.
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This is so beautiful!
FIlled with love and emotion...
Lynda
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awesome my dear friend - such a wonderful spirit you hold and hope that chimes within your everlasting dreams xx many loving blessings always xxx
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Thanks for finding so much joy in this simple piece.
Love, Tom B.
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prompt is:
I want you to write a poem where love and nature are intertwined♥
or
use the pic above for inspiration to create the same...
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