DEEP GREEN

DEEP GREEN

I miss that heavy forest;

moss on the north side of

fat trees, whose feet rest

in the creek, hugging stones

with their long toes.

When I was young, I built a fort

twenty feet up in this one’s hair.

I swung on a vine from her

highest limbs, a muscadine

sacrificed to my Tarzan dreams.

I flew through a dappled galaxy

out over Sandy Creek

born a quarter mile back

at a uterine crack in the bluff…

streaking now, naked, cold and clean

to tickle these hairy old roots,

and wear away at a billion years

of crystal and stone.

Her ancient soul

waits for me to pass, and

I will not disappoint her.

I am less than this drink of water

she’s been sipping since before 

my grandfather cleared the pasture 

a hundred feet to the west.

She sighs, 

orgasmic in her ponderous fashion.

sated on yellow pollen.

Satisfied!

SO satisfied!

Six moons from today,

and for the five hundredth time,

she’ll birth her million acorns.

While I gasp for breath

at some smoky bar

in the city.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'I miss that heavy forest;
moss on the north side of
fat trees, whose feet rest
in the creek, hugging stones
with their long toes.'

What a beautiful start to an endless poem, thoughts and emotions intact. Trees, especially the oak can tie up and capture human life by just being, standing proud, inviting the whats they can do and the memories they make, opening, generously and more.

'Six moons from today,
and for the five hundredth time,
she’ll birth her million acorns.
While I gasp for breath
at some smoky bar
in the city.'

Plus that is why the trees, whichever but especially the noble oak, live to be hundreds of years old.. even at their most decrepit they have wonder as a halo around and 'pon their canopy. By the by, moss is velvet to some growth, shows that extra touch of elegance..

Fine and near emotional - trees do what they should, they protect selves where and when can, don't battle but bend in the weather... ask Man to do that and he fights the world!

[Vol]

Joy,
I have many tree friends, have all my life, Magnolia, Sassafras, Maple, Hickory, but especially the Oaks. When I was in high school, I cut class a lot... there I was in the Florida jungle depicted in those old Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan movies, the same spreading oaks he built that tree house in were my Never Never Land, I read whole libraries of books in their arms hanging out over our driveway. I would look down and watch my folks drive off to work in the morning, but stay there all day… Then I learned to find some of their souls in old roots and burls and twisted limbs, sculpted their faces out of that beautiful grain…
These days I write poetry…
Vol xx

[emmajoygreen]

especially ?

[Vol]

YES!!! There was one champion about a hundred yards off my farm. It took six adults to ring it fingertip to fingertip and the bottom limbs were over two feet in diameter at the trunk then reached out probably sixty feet or more all around. I would walk out to where their weight pulled them almost to the ground, step up, and walk all the way in where I could sit with the birds. He was King!
Vol xx

[emmajoygreen]

How absolutely BEAUTIFUL!

Slightlly different: How to read a tree: Tristan
Gooley

[Mauricio Montoya]

Emma wow deep green, amongst the trees. Great imagery your feet touch were the branches hug th ground, and yes we dream.what's above our heads, but never young before gran ones before our time because we may end up.in the same old bar many moons before.
Thank you for a great write.lol.

[Vol]

Mauricio,
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it...
Vol

[Mauricio Montoya]

Thank you for an enjoyable read

[Lorry]

And yet we still think we know it all! Our lives must pass in the outward breath to some things that will know and understand more than we ever will.
I wonder if they have even began pondering us yet, the whiny irritants that just keep replacing themselves in the hope that one day they (we) will matter.

[Vol]

And we insist on our own unlimited value but think the greatest things ever done were in our generation