
“Forest Wonders” by Carol Nelson
I eavesdrop on trees
on their eloquent colloquy
these standing professors
distinguished and tall
carry calm conversation
on subjects profound
coming each from his
different perspective
though sometimes a topic
aligns them in teams
with sycamore, hemlock
the hornbeam and pine
gathered into debate
against hickory, maple
and chestnut and oak
each filling the spaces
between them with gestures
from different-length limbs
emphatically turning
multi-finger-tipped hands
to some elegant point
of discussion
I’ve learned much
of the nature of things
through my listening
years in the forest
no longer do mysteries
phase or perturb me
I now know the deepest
held truths of existence
the means of perfecting
man’s genius, correcting
his squalors of civilization
alas these rich timbertold
wisdoms must ever
remain here
I cannot divulge them
I’m sworn to the
secrets of brotherhood
even as shag-bark grows
slowly in place of my skin
(originally posted November 2013)
This is gorgeous, Paul. I, too, almost worship the trees. It is a secret brotherhood of which you have plummeted the depth. Love it!!!
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appreciate your generous comments, Ellen
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Beautiful poetry painting wonderful images in my head.
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thank you kindly, Jem
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“standing professors,” “the nature of things” (like use of the word “nature” here), “debate…” so much that alludes to classroom, “rich timbertold wisdoms”
This is a beautiful piece.
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greatly appreciate that, Maggie
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Really good.
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thanks kindly
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As both a teacher and a tree lover, your words touch me. When I was having labor pains three minutes apart and trying to walk, by myself, to where I could get help in a tiny little town, every time a pain gripped me, I would step off the sidewalk and hug a tree, hanging on until the pain left. This was 66 years ago, and I may have been the first tree hugger in the Midwest.
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what a wonderful story – I’m so glad they were there for you
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Such Profound Poetry! Too Good!
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ahh, now, that makes me blush with delight
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Beautiful!
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thank you most kindly
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From first line – what a blinder of a first line – to last, an epic poem.
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sitting here in my forest, it seemed quite real
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Beautifully written; artfully thought through, intimately personal . . .
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deeply appreciated, Peter
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I am fascinated by “the tree” – so I became extremely caught up in this particular poem – as if you were writing about my ancient love affair. Adored this.
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so pleased that it worked for you
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I love this.. the debating trees is such a wonderful image… I wonder if they are ever silent though
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perhaps in the dead of winter
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I eavesdrop on trees regularly Paul – end up barking mad, out on a limb, thinking of branching out and writing something on the subject – fail – this leaves me rooted to the spot time to get the cross saw and cut loose…
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hahahahaha
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Love all of it, but especially the final 8 lines–WOW.
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I’m proud to have your rave review
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By now you must know you’ll have my raves throughout eternity, Paul–if you get Home first, save me a seat near you; if I get There first, I’ll have a bowl of gumbo ready for you 🙂
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Love this ! And completely identify
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much appreciated
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I listen to trees, too. I love the brilliant colors in the picture.
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the image seemed to give each tree its own character – which individuality is how I perceive them
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