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The Acorn Splits






When -

in morning dew,

down beneath the forest floor,

the acorn splits

and tender white tendrils emerge

(one toward the sun) -

we finally see

the new green leaves,

we cannot know

this small thing

is the birth of a tree.

This tiny sprout

has no "treeness".

Some overnight,

eight or nine years from now,

it will slip into the canopy.




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  • NoIQ gold member
    March 27, 2008

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    You really have an incredible talent for employing words to convey atmosphere, Scott. The observation of the tiny, and its metaphorical growth, identified at the conclusion, into the very large, permits the poem to suggest the beauty of life. The image may be of a tree, but the suggestion to me is of the blooming of the spirit, with a hint of sensuality in the growth described. Just a marvelous work here, and one to be quite proud of.


  • kjack
    March 26, 2008

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    Stunning!!!

    This one has left me completely spellbound, as does nature in general. So much read in this short piece of work. Absolutely beautiful. I do believe that this one is holding a very special meaning for me, birth (or rather rebirth), life, growth, and all the beauty that is contained in birth, life, and growth. The beauty of a newborn child, watching it reach up to the heavens and mother with its frail, weak arms (limbs), soft and tender skin, something that is purely innocent (if only for once), and growing into something that is breathtakingly beautiful as it grows stronger and taller and starts becoming like the parent. I do have to say that the last part of this has a special meaning also "it will slip into the canopy". That is simply stunning. You still have it going. I do envy your talents. I think I shall bookmark this poem. It has definitely become a favorite to me.

    Keep up the excellent poetry!!!

    Becca


  • DogFish silver member
    March 15, 2008

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    Very nice...I somehow like your expression, Scott, "treeness": it isn't really a word, just as a sprouting acorn isn't really a tree. It's a pause of uncertainty that leads us nicely to the concluding stanza.


  • -ButterflyCuts-
    March 14, 2008

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    I love this.. I feel physically quiter after reading this..

    My one observation is the word quietly- it actually has quite sharp syllables, and it slightly disrupts the peace of the final stanza. Personally I'd cut it, so it was just

    Some overnight,
    eight or nine years from now,
    it will slip into the canopy.

    But that's just me.
    Love this piece, whenever I log on and I only have about five minutes, it's so often your poem that I choose to read from the frontpage.

    All the best,
    jess


  • scentedrose
    March 14, 2008

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    kiss kiss

    Scott this is so cute and spring fresh. I wuv it
    I shall continue to read you until your fresh out of bread.


  • Night Hope gold member
    March 13, 2008

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    Sighhh...I love trees. I also love the philosophy of trees. Even more, I love your writing, my Friend. This is beautiful, thoughtful, poignant & profound. Hmmm...it seems I use those same words in repetition whenever I pass your door. Must be 'cause you're so consistently good, Scribe...& 'cause Roget stopped way too soon when composing his list of superlatives. Wanda

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