Cone Of Enlightenment

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 11 Apr 2019
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12 comments
 

Pine cones scattered waiting motionless,

delicate living things, nature's minuscule

diving boards that have no springs,

 

upturned becomes shelter for tiny world of

insects...but what of movement? I wonder!

Resembles sprinkling fountain maybe,

so no limitations to feed creativity.

 

Glimpse these curious miracles

you can purchase neatly packed,

in potpourri...occasionally sprayed

or glittered, but it doesn't have

the same affect,

 

I'd rather wander ancient forests

where they dwell peacefully,

place between worlds where there's

warmth of smile, greeting of hello

and I can watch evening's perfect glow.

 

Little cone I picked up sits

beside my pottery mouse,

in Topsy-turfy imagination

cone becomes a house,

with tiled roof, chimney too,

inventing attic space

hiding me from view.

 

 

 

Picture by pixabay free images.

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

you make much of your creations jenny, they resonate within you. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

 Love the idea of pine cones being like diving boards - as you have done diving into all your thoughts, like how we use pinecones all nearly packaged up/confined while in the forests they come from they are part of the weather, Life. And out walking in the woods, people too are free from the niche of work, income etc. And how limmited they are by glitter and paint, made less. (people too maybe) But valued for what they are, how intricate and beautiful and strange, they stimulate your imagination, free the child inside who remembers when so many things were magical

 

Again you have made something seeming simple into into something wonderful, thought provoking and personal

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

I'm so glad you enjoyed this poem. It was fun to write. Thank you so much for the cherries, for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

it's always a pleasure to read your comments. You describe everything I was thinking when I wrote this poem. It's surprising how much pleasure the simple things in life are, not that these little treasures are simple, they are truely a wonder of nature.

Thank you for stopping by to read and share your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I hadn't thought about their usefulness for insects hiding. Like the reserve managers leave dead wood often lying in piles. I suppose they rot eventually on the ground, but we have a couple of enormous ones linked together, that we came across years ago, and they are still strong and sturdy decoration, graceful and attractive! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I love your nature pieces where you take something seemingly small and insignificant and put it under your imagination's microscope. A very well deseved cherry!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon, 

I bet your cones hold a memory for you. I know what you mean about them lasting for years. I still have a cone from 1975 and it still lives on in my living room, they are special little creations.

Glad you liked my poem and thank you for stopping by to read.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi insert,

what a lovely compliment to recieve, put a big smile on my face. smiley

It's always nice when my writing's appreciated, makes it so worthwhile.

Many thanks, not only for reading but for sharing your special thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

They are curious miracles aren't they. Children are naturally drawn to them because they are so fascinating. My next door neighbour has a Monkey Puzzle and in summer the male cones emit visible clouds of pollen. I'd rather wander ancient forests, what could be better. Perfect nature poem.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jane,

yes you're right, curious little miracles indeed is what they are.

That's fascinating about your neighbour's Monkey Puzzle tree, I never realized they produced cones. To think such wonders come in so many shapes and sizes. It must be a sight to behold watching the males emit clouds of pollen, that's a very interesting piece of information.

My best experience of cones was when I went to Northern Italy back in about 1975. We went to this place called Golden Valley and came across the largest cones I've ever seen, I even have one to this day and it's still in good condition. I suppose left out in all weathers they eventually rot down, because they do seem to disappear over time.

Thank you for your significant comment. Glad you enjoyed and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Lovely! A dreamlike contemplative mood. A childlike wonder!

Your poems make me feel happy. Tom Brown

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much Tom for your comment. I'm so glad I could give you that happy feeling, always nice to know. I'm a big dreamer myself, so it was such a compliment to know you thought it was dreamlike.

Thank you again for reading and your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley