I sort of view some poetry as an inkblot test. We all interpret something different.

My interpretation is this is about a spiritual other. That one that has been in your heart all your life and have yet to meet or find. Or the one that is currently in your life.

On the flip side, my poetry interpretation skills are the absolute worst so we have that ;)

Regardless, I thought the poem was beautiful.

loved this

this is gorgeous. i'm not sure i understand it but i love the rhythms you use and the imagery. love love lvoe and gratitude for your great talent.

Glad that your tree, roots sunk deep into you, bore such lovely fruit.

I'm not much of a poet but what I like, I like. And I like this.

This is relating to nature in the very best way!

peaceful yet provokes thought.

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
-Alfred Joyce Kilmer

this is beautiful...xox

The limb that bends

bends toward me.

Reaches me.

Swings me.

Sometimes I think I know this tree.

I know this tree.

I know this limb.

I used to wonder, when I was climbing trees, if the trees knew me. They would say in their quiet tree-voices: "Here comes Stephen." And they would be glad that I loved them so much.

Your poem reminds me of those tree days. Pleasant days.

The Penguin has spoken for me.

I feel the same way about trees, but need to take more time to see them this way, meditatively and almost prayerfully. Great Sunday morning read!

loved your poem. you are a sweet and gentle soul.

On mornings when I miss my Aunt Mavis, I can walk by the tree on Grace Street that I see as now being her. Your beautiful poem is a gift that explains why --to anyone who cares to listen.

Touchingly written.

I, also, have a tree that tells my story so well.

sounds like a great tree :^)

I took a long walk through the woods with my son and my father today, far off the beaten path. I think I may have encountered your tree, or perhaps it was mine...

It really is all said in the trees, isn't it? Spiritual, reverent, graceful poetry here.

Scupper, You have such beautiful imagery in your poems! Love them. Rated

"Grounded, yet free."

Yes!

peece,
dj

If I didn't know better, I'd say you just looked out your window in the morning, saw a tree, and wrote this little ditty in 20 minutes. NOT that I don't like it, or nuthin'.

Just sayin'...

JERSEY TREES RULE - saw that sign in a rest stop restroom. I believe it is true - look it up.

Thanks to all who visited.

Thanks Duaneart, "just sayin'"

I feel this way about trees. What is it about them? The one tree? everyone being from a common source, with the same ancestral memories running through us all? I've had a lifelong obsession with trees. In my first trip, I became one with a weeping willow- exploded into fractals- deep knowing that everything is related to everything else and we are all one and have a place in the universe. That I personally had a place in the universe because everything does- every molecule, every quark- and that the existence is blessed and wondrous, because all of life is. It needs no god or prime mover, life is marvelous and special simply for having existed at all.

Wow HBJ. I just wanna study your comment for a bit. Beautiful response. Thanks so much.

devils' advocate....only thoughts provoked

what happens when the tree becomes uprooted?
what happens if it becomes dis-eased?
how is the tree with out the leaves...
naked...with only it's limbs, trunk and roots...

devils' advocate....only thoughts provoked...as Manchu says...we all interpret differently...the state of mind plays heavily

So true, imposter. So true.

I enjoyed this thoroughly. Thank you.