Pine Trees
By onemorething
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A pine tree has a coolness
that imparts a blue tone
to the discomfort of its needles, and
I have seen its spines of shade
and known that love can be as painful
as much as it can be evergreen.
These pine trees,
their trunks can grow broad enough
to hide a man in,
a coffin for a god,
can stretch high enough to climb skyward,
but still, at times, not refrain
from snuffing the whiteness of stars.
And their sap flows with the moon,
in cycles, as the syrup of kinder words wanes,
though I appear untroubled, allow the disinfectant
of their resin to ward away the inconvenience
of possession of any blame.
Despite this, these pine trees,
they have marked the graves of losses
and mapped my route of regret,
they hang my memories on the snags
of lower branches and notch out
the lengths of their tall lives.
Younger years survived, I divide what remains
between this forest of dependents,
from lichen scale to blooms of chanterelles
in symbiosis and creeping ladies tresses
to the crossbills who call out
their celtic-voiced reminders from red limbs
and who pluck the seeds from fertile cones
until I burn the timber to invite a warmth back in.
Image from pixabay.
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Another great poem. I'm
Another great poem. I'm pining for more. (Sorry. That was awful.). Drew.
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Have a gin as it's basically
Have a gin as it's basically made of pine.
And funnily enough I was reading a short story today about a woman who gets taken over by a tree. (A Joshua tree.) The Bad Graft by Karen Russell. You'd like her, I think...
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Gin! Yes. And the story is in
Gin! Yes. And the story is in her latest collection, Orange World. But she's written a few and the older ones will be cheaper...
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Sounds like you're passing up
Sounds like you're passing up a great opportunity to get stuck into the Night Nurse (the pharmaceutical version, obviously).
I really enjoyed your coniferous exposition. Moon and sap. Yes. Makes me sorrowful about them being chopped down. I love the southern European pines and giant cedars.
Remember to medicate responsibly. Other brands are also available. But they don't have the kick! :))
Parson Thru
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Languishing on sofas is just
Languishing on sofas is just so Ottoman. Indulge whenever the chance comes along.
Parson Thru
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I like "spines of shade"
I like "spines of shade"
and also that "love can be as painful
as much as it can be evergreen"
I am so impressed at all this brilliant writing while being very ill!
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Sorry to hear you're not well
Sorry to hear you're not well...I do hope health improves soon. This poem is like a beautiful spiritual thought process. The pine trees always make me think of wild mountain forests and that fresh clean air.
I think you've studied these trees well, because I love that line about the sap flowing with the moon.
It's as if you can identify with the tree and its special qualities, it shines through in this poem.
Jenny.
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What more could you ask from
What more could you ask from a website - wonderful poems, medical advice, alcohol recommendations... we have everything!
This is beautiful onemore - and a perfect pick. I'm not sure where those comments are that you want removed. Are they gone now?
Hope you feel better soon xx
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Hi, I now know your name but
Hi, I now know your name but can't get out of the habit of addressing you as o.m.t.
I too shall desist from making any puns (even my daughters groan at my feeble attempts) and I am on safer grounds by congratulating you on producing such fine lines as these. I wish you a lot of success with the collection of your outstanding literary labour "Crown of Eggshell".
Best, Luigi
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Our beautiful poem of the
Our beautiful poem of the week - well done!
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