I Think That I Shall Never See...

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                                                               Single
                                                             Sequoia
                                                           Firm and tall
                                                         Feeds on the love
                                                          And kindnesses
                                                  Of other nature lovers
                                                Was supported, cultivated
                                        Becoming a tower against the horizon
                               Waxing green leaves, which it deposits later as gifts,
                            Among the earth dwellers, it embraced all under its canopy
                            Time passed and with it grew wisdom and purity of thought
                  Soon; sweet songs were sung by the tree dwellers, nourishing it abundantly
              It was fruitful in return, gladly sharing all its color and splendor with other nature
            Suddenly an alto fell in with the soprano pitched songbirds, distracting it immensely
         The alto pecked, vibrating the core, with its obsidian bill, drilling, forever drumming,
                        Night and day, night and day, a steady pecking, of a woodpecker
                                     Singing in a foreign soup song language
                                                          Not caring
                                                         Whatsoever
                                                       That it drained
                                                       The tree’s spirit
                                                      Trying to shoo it,
                                                    The tree branched.
                                                    Feverishly it tossed,
                                                   Left to right, beating.
                                                   Dropping all its fauna
                                                   Onto the forest floor.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Brown Avatar
August 13, 2010 at 7:20 AM
I am feeling the urge to go back and read poetry from earlier writing of my favorite poets today and this is the one I opened of yours Sandra. I truly enjoyed reading it today and it is one of your best. Love, Carol
Guzzi Avatar
November 2, 2009 at 1:49 PM
Looks like a Contest submission to me LOL...Oh What a Shape I'm in Concrete verse contest! Light & Love
Kershaw Avatar
July 10, 2009 at 4:00 PM
Joyce Kilmer was wrong! I can plainly see that YOU have made a tree: Timberrrrrr. I really fell for this poem. Excellent. Thanks for your comment. Always, Will
Hogans Avatar
May 28, 2009 at 10:25 AM
I love it great imagination and thanx for the love
Gumbo Avatar
May 11, 2009 at 6:36 PM
oh this is brilliant! In word and image... just stunning.
Long Avatar
April 29, 2009 at 10:53 AM
good!! love the form!! I felt this one!!
Granstrom Avatar
April 29, 2009 at 10:01 AM
I loved this poem. I think I might try to meet a poem that stands firm like concrete. Allan Granstrom
Derequito Avatar
April 26, 2009 at 6:04 AM
"I think that I shall never see/a poem as lovely as a tree/a tree whose hungry mouth is pressed/against the earth's sweet flowing breast..." Ah, I still remember those lines from way back in high school. If you are trying to rival the imagery of that original poem with yours, Sandra, I think you succeeded, your soul as a nature lover is shining through in this work. Regards, Fred
Anderson Avatar
April 26, 2009 at 12:11 AM
art all the way until the last line. i am in awe
Loving Iii Avatar
April 25, 2009 at 12:12 PM
not being from that part of the country i have never seen one. but i pray that i someday will. great work. john h loving iii
Devonshire Avatar
April 24, 2009 at 6:43 PM
What an image, Alexandra! Both in form and in content. How sad the woodpecker drained the tree of its life. (I think I know where this is coming from.) Wish I could help revive the tree in all its glory! Love, Carolyn
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