(This Life) Part 7: Resilience
By bhi
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The sudden storm shatters the fencing,
Howling leaves the garden ravaged,
The revenant Mimosa uprooted -
Pixels, re-formed from frosted roots,
Fed seven saplings replacing the one -
Heard Jim shout, “Your tree’s coming down”;
With stilled heart watched its rending fall
In that singular moment its leaves
Curve through time - spent and un,
Airless, unlit noumenons -
Draw me into their unbeing
And I witness the startling
Resurrections of beasts and plants,
The crossings from IS to WAS to IS,
Exhausted hymns of the apple tree,
Once perfect seeds imperfected
Beneath the onslaught of each day,
Frames bent, memories dust decayed –
Fall all must, flesh, supple once, rust,
Waiting for that day when breathless,
Boxed we commingle with the dust -
Yet within these trembling leaves I sense
an unquenchable desire to be,
be linked to life’s singularity.
I cut level with the Earth, trim,
Daily water, feed fish and blood,
And, moons passing, amazed I watch
As springs another stem, greener,
Elastic rising past the dead skin of its past,
A miracle of resilience.
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Love this, bhi. This
Love this, bhi. This wonderful poem is our Pick of the Day. Do share on social media.
Have added Edvard Munch's The Apple Tree, hope that's ok. https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edvard_Munch_-_The_Apple_Tree_(1921).jpg)
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I was so taken with this
I was so taken with this piece I have gone back and read the rest of them (again). Thank you so much for posting, and congratulations on the golden cherries. Brilliant picture too - a perfect pairing!
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Hi BH this is a wonderful poem full of hope.
It reminded me that, even with of the terrible things taking place in Ukraine when we see the latest pictures of the devastation caused by the Devil in the Kremlin, the bright green leaves of trees and shooting grass within the rubble the cycle of nature cannot be tamed.
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I remember you writing of
I remember you writing of your mimosa before, pouring warm water on it as encouragement. and it worked, and now another trial by weather. "Elastic" is the perfect word, Life stretched to the limit, but coming back.
As Insert said, I read back to your other poems in this series, all are so very gorgeous, but this one, particularly now, for me was helpful. As someone has sprayed our garden and almost half I'm not sure will come back, is all just shrivelled brown and rotting where before was lush and peaceful. I do not want to go in. So, thankyou for reminding me there is always hope, with nature :0)
And I'm so very glad your words are unfurling again!
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Poem of the Week
This is our Poem of the Week - congratulations!
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You have such a strong
You have such a strong connection to nature which features in a lot of your work. Beautifully observed and reverential. A celebration. Congratulations on the well deserved accolades. Paul
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