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the secret knowledge of trees

crimsin
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Poetry Contest

write about the spiritual nature of trees

I believe trees are sacred I've long whispered my secrets to them and believe they are ancient guardians of the Earth...please write a poem about your special relationship with trees...

new writes

one entry per poet

two weeks

dig deep and pay them homage


MadameLavender
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The Carpenter

I watched you pull on your sleeves
of orange
and gold, preparing
for deaths in the autumnal equinox.

I saw you sweep the clouds into place, gray
and tense—
storms raged in the heavens, while
life
seeped out through roots, creation groaning.

(They hung my Lord, The Christ, upon you…)

He fashioned arks from you, and
I am eternal, as well—
feeling
each vein in wood, ‘neath
sandpaper
as I build,
create,
repurpose
what was once trees.

I glimpsed your brothers waving, in winds, adieu—
adieu, our felled bretheren, for
you are given new life
and a coat of many (paint) colors.

My brush swept back and forth, like
drays on snowdrifts, refinishing,
refining—for something better.

I could not save myself, but
chairs and tables were rescued, wooden
offerings, each a homage to their former selves.

They were worth saving.

And Christ thought the same, as I became
part of His dream, a graft
in the olive branches.

Miss_Sub
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Of Ash

That year
that shed my skin clean off
I collected my menstrual blood
in a corked glass vial

war-paint, I said to myself
nothing left to lose
as I sat looking at scarlet
cross-legged in the yard—

it was warm, well-nourished
as I twisted glass in my palm
listening to concrete grate
against bottle and stone.

I looked up at our ash tree
bellowing above me,
looming over a woman
and a monster now
merged into one

poured red onto my fingers
marked two lines on her trunk
then tipped the bottle
over her roots as my body
seeped through dark soil
from whence it came.

Each spring, year on year
green returned twisted with ivy
standing sentient over our house,
our family, proclaiming herself
a guardian and a Goddess
as seasons rolled onward

yet some nights, I still walk out
beneath Northern skies
tie a prayer to her branches;
press my ear against her flesh
to hear a womb

b r e a t h i n g.
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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cold_fusion
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crimsin said:I believe trees are sacred I've long whispered my secrets to them and believe they are ancient guardians of the Earth...please write a poem about your special relationship with trees...

new writes

two weeks

dig deep and pay them homage


G'day Brenda! this is an awesome comp...i am tempted in other words inspired to jot down a few lines...but hey new writes only?

crimsin
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thank you ML and Missy for starting this comp. off with such meaningful writes
they're breathtaking...

dearest Cold One I would love for you to enter but I'm looking for new writes with this one...

❤💕❤💕

cold_fusion
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crimsin said:thank you ML and Missy for starting this comp. off with such meaningful writes
they're breathtaking...

dearest Cold One I would love for you to enter but I'm looking for new writes with this one...

❤💕❤💕

got it!! and thank you once again!!

Jade-Pandora
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The Shaman Tree

l: Is one who helped bring me into the world,  
A midwife to guide my way with
Divinations to set me on the Path,
A soul of many times made new.

ll: I seek her, to commiserate on my    
Next transformation, of rebirth.
For the true journey is not to repeat,
To return yet again, and still

lll: Be as unaware as I am, here, now
To pray, with only half my wits.
To sense and then see, to be and then know,
To reach nirvana in a spark!

lV: And, as I’m presented my humble self
At the top of the world, within.
I stand before my Sage, the Shaman Tree,
Blossoms whisper me floating by.

V: For the world’s at the Spring where e’er she is,
Her bounty of branches reach out
The flowers will be eternal as I’m
The blooms they will be when she sings!






Note to Crimsin: This is not a new write, and is submitted to share as a non-entry. Thank you. I hope to submit a new ink. I love your comp theme.   ~Jadey

crimsin
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thank you lovely Jade what a beautiful spiritual tree write thank you for sharing with us I look forward to your entry ❤

Heaven_sent_Kathy
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Guardians

( a Quatern )


I often talk to God beneath the trees
When I go walking through the park alone.
And from the scatter’d sentinels, a breeze,
I stand among and feel that I belong.

He’s like a creature of the night each time
I often talk to God beneath the trees.
In dappl’d glow of moonlight’s subtle climb,
As tree-limb shadows help put me at ease.

The roots, the underground with all the keys;
A trunk is earth, the branches heaven’s own.
I often talk to God beneath the trees
That always have a way to guide me home.

To meditate, enlightenment they share.
As long as I have guardians like these,
Who channel all my secrets when I’m where
I often talk to God beneath the trees.
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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crimsin
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a very beautiful write thank you Kathy ❤

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Into The Woods

 
Away from the home a little girl roamed farther and farther she strayed.
Then in a rush she went deep in the brush until hopelessly losing her way.
Fighting her fear till shedding a tear she pondered a horrible fate.
She sat on the ground while looking around as it grew terribly late.
Among the timbering oak one gently spoke to the trembling child.
“Please have no fear, you’ll be safe with us here, sheltered from the wild.”
Shocked and surprised she doubted her eyes and her betraying ears.
Then one by one more trees joined in the fun to calm the little girls fears.
As it became dark glow bugs clung to the bark frogs and crickets started to sing.
Under the moon shine the trees kept perfect time with every windy branch swing.
She did not hesitate as she hungrily ate ripe nuts and sweet juicy fruit.
She no longer could keep away the urge to sleep she lay down on a soft root.
In the morning sunshine she woke feeling fine covered in a blanket of leaves.
Not wishing to go she let them all know she wanted to be among the tall trees.
She had no one to love and no friends to speak of, “please?” She beggingly prayed.
Twas an orphan they had so helpless and sad and just a little afraid.
“Are you willing to change no matter how strange?” Came a thundering voice.
“Think well sweet heart for the most difficult part shall involve your freedom of choice.”
She thought hard and long and knew here she belonged asking once again please.
She well understood to be a child of wood she needed to learn from the trees.
How quickly she’d hide far deep inside till she was like the tree’s ghost.
As time marked hidden rings she wished for nothing here she wanted the most.
If ever you are traveling in the woods far and you sense an unnatural stare.
What ever you feel may truly be real for close may be the dryad’s wood lair.
 
Written by midevil
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midevil
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Rings Of Time

 
A young sapling asked of a near by tree,
“What was it the first seedlings saw?”
“Before they were the forest rulers,
Before they grew so mighty and tall.”
The young tree was aware that the oaken giant
Lived not in that time long ago.
His rings of age gave no hint or clue,
This only the stones could know.
More fable than truth the story was told,
Carried on the winds whispering breeze.
Told and retold while coloring the facts,
Reciting the tale from tree to tree.
“In those young years, the new world was,
As pure as a child’s dream.
The billowing clouds filled a bluer sky,
Earth and air was fresh and clean.
Dancing among the green leafy sprigs,
And making the new woods there home.
Were winged children, who nurtured the new,
Till all had fully grown.”
The tiny tree then asked, “Where had they gone?”
“I’ve never seen such things.”
“How wonderful to have such woodland care takers,
These children adorned with wings.”
Sadly the old tree shook his branches
As he told the tales final part.
“They passed to beyond,” he said with shedding leaves
Brought on by a heavy heart.
“Curiosity took hold within there wild spirit
One by one each went away.”
“Was it better ware they went?” The tiny tree asked,
“Is that why they didn’t stay?”
The giant then said, “Their fate was sealed
For they were innocent right to the core.”
“When they learned of the world, there innocence was gone,
And they too for ever more.”
On the path to maturity some things are gained
While others as important are lost.
Be careful what you trade, for that which you seek,
May not be it’s final cost.

Written by midevil
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crimsin
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thank you dearest poet excellent entries
my apologies I know I didn't specify
but I'm only looking for one entry per poet
please choose the one you're most happy with
thank you for your understanding ❤

Commentonly
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Silent Nobility, Observed By One Not Worthy

I bend into driving wind
grit stinging the skin
sun long since set
a forray into moonlit streets
where asphalt blends into gravel
the echoes of every footstep  
ripped from the ground
and flung skyward into the  
dark refrain
I come upon a meadow
where the boughs of eucalyptus trees
creak heavy with age
limb droppers
widow makers
 
bearing the wisdom of sun scorched
droughts
absorbing every last drop of moisture
they can
striving to survive amidst the harsh reality of natures cruel perfection
roots dug deep
anchoring them
arms inching heavenward  
an exhaltation for rain to fall
from dry eyes
 
I sit  
lean against a gnarled trunk
a possom scampers in the branches diving for a knot hole
an owl lands silent missing its evening meal
spiders feed off the insects
that seek shelter in its bark
 
the wind dies
as if shot from the wing
leaves rustle gently
 
the tree sleeps
as sentient beings are wont to do
when they rest from carrying
the weight of suffering and survival
my back warmed against the shelter
of this behemoth
 
I left the tree  
my name carved into its trunk
yet another scar
tattooed on its flesh
and even this it bore with silent nobility
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SourMelon0313
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To Life: Breathe In Me

Color of my Summer
Sated with overwhelming dose of green, blue and white


Vibrant... radiant


Leaves in their branches
Sway ever so peacefully
In the rhythm of happy indifference


Have you ever took a glimpse of the sunlight... and by their thrilling spirit of life, seen such lifelessness within yourself?


In their system to live
To feel systemed within, instead of living
It seems that a conscious is unable to live as well as the trees... because the the system


Color of my soul, a muddy blue
(The color I’d imagine what depression would be )
As if the soul is suffering on its last ray of light...



Soul
Enslaved in the body; dark, bottomless, a pit
(Reckon its irony when there’s no depression, sadness, nor lack of color)



Body temperature...lukewarm
Barely enough, the blood does flow
Tinted gray,tasteless, salted with sweat


Thus the flavors of life... what more to savor?
Just a leftover... sealed in tupperware



Can the trees see this lonely yearning?
Will they share their joyous hymn, and weave it into my soul


Flowers
to add fragrance into my smile
Sun
 to heat what my soul dwells in...just a container




Oh trees, though I’m dispirited, please see within me... the potential of another lively spirit


A forest, yet they fail to breed another life ...

Written by SourMelon0313 (H)
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