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What I Love-What I Hate - Every Tree, Mozzies Buzzing

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Every Tree in the Park

I love to stare through leaf-shade under wide trees,
Under confetti-scraps of green-gold sunshine 
Scattered by a breathing invisible breeze:
Each planted parasol a unique design.

I love seed-codes, sudden sprouts, giants’ ages;
Bud-burst, summer stretch, autumn, winter stages.

When bowed in purple storms, when wild branches thrash, 
Lightning strikes, cracks. Trees,  still magnificent - crash! 


Mozzies Buzzing
 
I hate can’t-be-seen sneaky mozzies that whine.
Sniffing for carbon dioxide, these teasers
Ignore other people and  focus on mine.
Why are all others not such mozzie-pleasers?

I snatch vacant air, slap and smack my own face,
Flick the light, but of the slim insect - no trace.

Could I suffocate hiding under this sheet?
I pulled it too high  - now they’re biting my feet!

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David Crandall

November 22, 2025 at 2:34 PM

This poem vividly illustrates the lovability of trees and the hatability of mozzies!

Jeanette Swan

November 22, 2025 at 9:45 PM

Thanks David - both full of life, but one a friend and one a foe.

Kim Rodrigues

November 22, 2025 at 5:58 AM

Such a fantastic write! Love the unique images! Fave!

Jeanette Swan

November 22, 2025 at 12:29 PM

Thanks Kim! - my fellow tree appreciator :)

Sara Kendrick

October 27, 2025 at 5:48 AM

Great work you have penned in this one. Way to go. I enjoyed reading your work. Sara K

Jeanette Swan

October 27, 2025 at 6:28 AM

the LORD God made to spring up every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food. Gen 2:9 All the beauty is from him. J

CayCay Godwin

October 18, 2025 at 9:55 AM

Oh, gosh, goodness, when I clicked on this page, it opened with only the last verse in view, just noticed other on my way out (I thought you hadn't written one.) What a goof on my part. Again, I relate and thoroughly enjoyed your imagery. The last lines are wondrous; you brought it to life.

Jeanette Swan

October 21, 2025 at 2:19 AM

I'm a tree hugger :) My husband notices the stainless steel bolts on the walkway planks to the beach, me - head in the clouds. Thanks for commenting: much appreciated. Iv'e heard of no-see-ems, but don't hear that word used in Aus much, and wasn't sure if they were mozzies or sandflies - probably both, equally annoying. J :)"

CayCay Godwin

October 18, 2025 at 9:51 AM

I think we 'just meet' on my Forts & Castle poem? Is my memory off? We sure have same mozzies attitudes! If I were with you, you'd be protected because in groups, it is and always has been my skin they annoy, my lips they swell and my words that fuss, probably in the tone of 'whine.' Relate, relate and let us spray regardless of the potential dangers. Now, in Florida, they are called 'no-see-ems', are you familiar with that term? Had a good time with your poem and nothing got me.

Gershon Wolf

October 12, 2025 at 7:33 PM

Given the place of TREES in your poem, I think Tom WOOD ought to like it a lot. I've read many times that "Nothing is so beautiful to a person as the sound of his name." Really. ~ Ex-Salesman

Jeanette Swan

October 12, 2025 at 7:58 PM

Thanks Gershon, Not on the list in the woods this time - still a good prompt for writing, and I wanted a light tone (even though I still love the trees that crash).