M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

Oh Sage Osage

Aged Osage;
twisting, turning, 
tentacled specter of the soil; 
centuries of thrills, you have seen.

Gnarly old fingers, 
still reach for brother sun’s embrace 
and you share your elation freely.

Stories told in limb and bough, 
are road maps through time; 
I see that history, 
can hide nothing from you.

I listen to your whispers; 
I hear your songs, 
on the tempestuous winds.  
What a study in tolerance you are!

Arthritis specter in the moonlight; 
Story teller of old; 
I visit and am inspired.

Trees, like humans, have wisdom to share 
and tell their stories to those, 
willing to listen and learn.  
An education is found in every tiny seed.

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Ravi Sathasivam April 29, 2015 at 2:26 AM Excellent. Very interesting write. Enjoyed reading it. Tfs M. L. Kiser April 30, 2015 at 12:59 PM Thank you, glad you stopped by.

Kelly Deschler April 25, 2015 at 12:18 PM I've always been fascinated by trees and wanted to be around them. I am so inspired after reading this interesting write! Brilliant work, M.L.! M. L. Kiser April 30, 2015 at 1:00 PM Wow, thank you! We owe a lot to trees; in a way, they are very much like us. I do wish that they could speak.

Peter Lewis Holmes April 25, 2015 at 3:14 AM Got me thinking...nice write M ...Peter. M. L. Kiser April 30, 2015 at 12:59 PM Thank you, Peter.

Sara Kendrick April 24, 2015 at 10:45 AM Interested work..If we could only know what the trees have seeen and heard..Thanks for stopping by..Sara M. L. Kiser April 24, 2015 at 11:40 PM Just reciprocating the kindness...love reading everyone's poetry. I'm so glad that mine are also enjoyed and thanks again. M. L. Kiser April 24, 2015 at 11:33 PM That would be wonderful and fascinating. Thanks for stopping by.

Maurice Yvonne April 24, 2015 at 2:23 AM Love the write stunning in its composition. M. L. Kiser April 24, 2015 at 7:46 AM Thank you again; I'm glad that you stopped by to read adn comment.

Andrea Dietrich April 23, 2015 at 7:43 PM this is a wonderful poem!! Trees are very important and this poem brings it out. M. L. Kiser April 24, 2015 at 7:51 AM Thank you; this was inspired by an old Osage Orange tree that is in the center of Fort Harrod, that was planted between 1700-1800's. It's huge and winding and very much alive...definitely a, "sage" of old trees.

Shadow Hamilton April 23, 2015 at 3:23 AM such a wise write ML great pen hugs 7 M. L. Kiser April 23, 2015 at 12:03 PM Thanks so much for visiting.

Nette Onclaud April 22, 2015 at 4:26 PM Wonderfully written, M L... reminds me of my own special tree.. huggs M. L. Kiser April 22, 2015 at 7:31 PM Good and thank you; I'm glad you stopped by.

Emile Pinet April 22, 2015 at 2:52 PM The reader is whisked away with the moment and lives the experience through your words. Emile. M. L. Kiser April 22, 2015 at 4:10 PM Wow, thanks so much.

Mario De Paz April 22, 2015 at 2:38 AM Feeling poem of excellent quality about indians and their ancient culture M. L. Kiser April 22, 2015 at 4:11 PM Thanks so much.

Nandita Das April 21, 2015 at 9:20 PM To quote a line from this poem (the 18th line) "I visit and am inspired"...#7 M. L. Kiser April 21, 2015 at 11:44 PM I'm so glad; thanks so much.

Constance La France April 21, 2015 at 4:28 PM ML, I love this poem about trees, I also believe that trees hold wisdom, I am lucky to have many old maples around my home, hundreds of years old, well done 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, Here Kitty, Kitty, she is old and only comes when she wants to, it has nothing to do with me, lol