Ferme

By celticman

Sat, 26 Sep 2015
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7 comments
 

A tree of meaning grows bark

                Leans to-and-fro

Week by week something new

Light shifting through

Lopped off words

Out on a limb

Life keeps tripping

Dark side, bole side

Head in a stanchion

Dendrites uncurl and connect

Autumn of the year

Falling days

Certificate PG
Poem
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

fern?

 

Submitted by celticman on

aye, see what you mean, but thinking more in terms of farm, solid, stone, growth etc. Wish I knew. Just musing. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

oh ok - just wondering!

 

Submitted by celticman on

yep. so was I indecision

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I'm not sure I get all the metaphors in your musings, but I liked the idea of the the connections in life being like dendrites or tree branchlets, and the bare strong tree standing when leaves fall. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

I guess we're coming at much the same things from different angles Moya. 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi CM

A desceptively simple poem about autumn. Nicely done.

Jean

Jean Day