Best Root System Poems
I made a paper tree of grief and
those now gone fill up each leaf..
Their faces, their lives, the people
I hold dear, have shaped it's
branches, year after year..
There isn't a root system to feed
my tree.
It's only sustenance is my memory..
Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous people learn to live
with trees mindfully hand in hand.
Listen to branches rustling hymns
through silent sounds in their limbs.
Mighty Maples murmur in the breeze
sweet tales of syrup drawn to please.
Trees converse, they do care
sending forest messages everywhere.
Through the air and underground
signals pulse from floor to crown.
Quaking Aspen is known for being
the earth's most massive living thing
these trees united by one root system
the world's largest superorganism.
Trees often act for collective good
doing exactly what they should.
Sometimes they will reset their mast
until the attacking danger's passed.
Internal rhythms set their pace
slower than the human race.
Tree's daily burden that they bare
is they process the world's air.
Did trees learn survival plans proven
in the 360 million years pre-human?
What do 7 billion humans foresee
as the fate for earth's 3 trillion trees?
Fallen trees again live too
vessels that life flows through.
Their wood relives deeply in
buildings, books even violins.
So stand with me in equanimity
and listen for lyrics patiently.
Wait to hear beneath this tree
poised to the sound of "poetree".
To a sapling, the truth is its own root system. Unseen, it delves into the darkness of the earth, not to impress the wildflowers or imitate the towering oaks, but to find its own necessary water and anchoring stones.
It does not worry if its roots twist in an unusual direction, or if a neighboring pine grows taller faster. It only knows its own need for depth, for the truth of the soil beneath it.
For this, above all: To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man.
So it is that the young tree, in its steadfast authenticity, finds its voice. The unfurling of its own unique leaves and the branching of its limbs become a blueprint of its inner resolve.
It draws nourishment from the darkness, and in doing so, reaches for the light. As its trunk strengthens and its canopy spreads, it does not have to consciously decide to offer shade to the weary traveler or shelter to the nesting bird. Its generosity is the inevitable influence of its own secure growth.
For how could a tree, true to its own deepest needs, produce a withered branch? How could it, when anchored so profoundly in its own being, not provide for the life around it?
The shade it casts is an effortless gift, the fruit it bears a natural bounty. The tree does not fake a thicker bark or pretend to bear different fruit; it simply is. And in its quiet, undeniable existence, it nourishes the forest, making the very ground around it richer and more whole.
Its integrity is a silent echo in the wilderness, and all who pass beneath its leaves are better for it.
Wild Indigo...
Color of my third eye
Elevates my soul
To universal realms
Of blissful peace.
July 3, 2017
Baptisia Australis or Wild Indigo:
Has a mild toxin that makes them unpalatable to cattle. The Wild Indigo Duskywing is an insect that likes the flower because the flowers have a mild toxin in them which helps defend the caterpillars that are layed on them. The root system consists of a single taproot. Considerable variations of moisture are tolerated.
Pride and prejudice has been ripped from me,
and my strength has abandoned me,
yet my will still crashes against the
breach within.
My citadel a long forgotten fortitude
left to rot and decay.
As my soul seeks refuge in other hosts
to take and mingle while balancing
my mental ballast before it erupts.
With guilt peeking in on me
to remind me i'm still in debt.
While my Autumn years have yet to arrive,
I feel vandalized,sterilized,and alone.
The very root system of my essence
has retracted the twilight of my descent
is not as dark as one would imagine,and
yet I am still a minor in time and
I can not consent to my downfall.
writhes bones, skeletally abrasive,
impinging upon warm bodies,
closing in, shadows stalk,
root system of sinister,
disrupted by intense light
figures in white, outside
of temporal, embrace blue
of his shoulders -
roots of sacrifice, present.
led through the forest;
dead wood parted ways
like Moses’ Red Sea, which
can’t hold water when
the King of kings leads.
One Autumn afternoon, I was forced to stall.
Across the street on a corner lawn very small,
stood a tree most beautiful and noticed by all.
Each fall I enjoyed its breathtaking autumn display.
That is, until four years ago when I moved away.
Its memory arrested and captured me a few days ago.
I was compelled to drive through my old neighborhood to experience once more that autumn tree, one of my favorite shows.
But when I arrived and turned the corner, I was saddened because that lovely tree, once so generously covered with orange leaves, was no longer there.
Its unsightly root system protruded above ground and disfigured the small lawn. It was then I understood why the tree had to go; but still, I regretted that I could no longer stare. I shall not forget those few years and brief moments we shared. It seemed that tree and I embraced each other with such a neighborly care.
11062016 Poetry Soup
She is a beauty that stands out for her uniqueness and diversity.
Who is very bold and brave and embraces any changes, nature creates.
Her people put her on a pedestal and crown her as their queen.
Not only for her striking bewitching but mostly for her courage.
She is a phoenix who rises from the ashes.
Her outstanding resilience protects her children,
With her dormant buds, she emerges after she burns down.
Always open to continuous challenges and transformation.
She is admired by the world,
For her endurances and radiances.
And won a lot of titles at international competitions.
But is indigenous to her country and is chosen as a national emblem.
With a perfect root system, she can survive, in any soil.
And still blossom in splendor, the eight wonders.
Of her country and her species, as she rises every morning,
At the foot of Table mountain.
Earth's organisms patriotically
and yet matriarchally wise
wonder if both of these could be true:
1. Poverty and prejudice breed violence.
2. Capitalism and patriarchalism feed conflict.
If so,
is the first
or the second
history's enculturing root system?
And is the Other
our aggressively threatening
viral
chronic
pandemic blossom of oppression?
EarthMothers wonder
if natural family empowering
is also spiritual species enlightening
cooperative Wisdom
inviting humane peace,
restoring divinely inspiring
expiring multicultural justice
more than monocultural JustUs!
means not you Others
too
Mothers gather our global EarthTribe
with less dissonant debate praxis
preferring to invest
in more resilient dialogue practice
forest green
and sky blue communions
instead of ancient cold gold
and dead red competitions.
I heard from our Tree today.
He and She were both
barely speaking to me
forgetting Her root system
all tangled up with Historied trunk of convexly hierarchical
branches of photosynthetic production,
rather than sharing Her permaculturing compost
more naturally and economically balanced.
I watched our Tree today
while fading memories of shared Him-Her nutrients,
breathing together,
following our full color spectrum
from light through double-bound dark
absence of presence
springing up summer
and falling down winter,
shared days and seasons and informating species,
riding times' energetic gravitating wu wei surf edge,
tipping point between past practice of warm v. cold memories
and future's predicted GoldenLocks intent,
"just right" Earth Day
growing lovely forest dreams
of mutual forbearance and organic porridge sustenance,
and synergetic gratitude,
not so much growling at one another
barking out Golden Rules' bicamerolling spiral head,
core ring of TaoNowLogistics.
Tree therapy for weak-rooted imbalanced ecopathology,
breathing in Him
then breathing out Her EcoLogos wisdom
unweaving binomially out again
embracing His Easter
uprising recreation.
Personal
and familial
and tribal
and species integrity
grows the maturing root system
of spacious compassion's
wondrously eternal
awesome flower.
Whether considering politics
of power,
or religion
of rightness,
or sexual expression
of sensuality,
Yesterday's healthy truths
represent tomorrow's wealthy beauty
reimaging today's wide spirited trust,
Integrity's deepest empowering beliefs Here
and enlightening
life brightening
Now synergetic feelings.
A youthful reed facing a wretched wind
Without root system to sustain her being.
Set in her ways and refusing to bend
Lacking faith beyond the life she was seeing.
But the tracks she was leaving in my life lay deep
Causing me to observe and intently stare.
Tracks that caused concerned eyes to weep
Wondering why God had chosen me to care.
In allowing us to cast a backward stare at life
We should become more thankful for who/what we are today.
A youthful reed facing a wretched wind
Without root system to sustain her being
Set in her ways and refusing to bend
Lacking faith beyond the life she was seeing
But the tracks she was leaving in my life lay deep
Causing me to observe and intently stare
Tracks that caused concerned eyes to weep
Wondering why God had chosen me to care
Dear Friend, In allowing us to cast a backward stare at life
We should become more thankful for who / where we are today.
Tom
Dear Mr. President,
Today,
at my Green STEAM EcoSchool--
Which Mother Gaia asked me to mention
was supported by the Environmental Protection Agency
until plundered into
your Environment Predation Agency,
an offense against health defense.
Anyway,
back to what I hoped we might talk about,
We learned about designing multicultural nurturing guilds
composed of polyculturing plants
like cooperative flowering eastern pollinators
and chickory deep soil/soul southern enrichers,
and yummy nutritional western food producers,
and north wind resilient double-boundary networks.
And how building cooperative multicultural guilds,
and feeding them
with WinWin organic compost,
democratically and resonantly yields
long-term resilient
economic and political
and polycultural
nutritional optimization outcomes.
And how building boundaries
and walls between these polypathic
potentially free WinWin cooperators
leads to emerging WinLose climate competitors
building even larger scale
ever more supremacist monoculturing wars
and mutually unbalanced
and devastating
LoseLose climate pathology terror.
That was about it
for today
as I recall.
So,
what did you learn outside today
listening to your EcoSchool root system mentors
and interns
and WiseElder matriarchal teachers?
If Mother Yin-Gaia spoke to me,
just a Green kid,
I'm sure She would speak with you.
Just another Green post-millennial kid
listening to your pre-millennial Red State,
But probably not today
will positive neurological compassion
express without win/lose capitalistic traces
expecting only win/win cooperative discussion
and deliberation
and bicameral discernment,
these eco-politically empowering hopes
non-violent communication investments
will restore EarthTribal Peace
Earth MatriarchalPeace
is also positive
sacred ecofeminist
green power
Doors to Perception
Revolving changing nutritious light
and nondualistic dark bicameral healthy memory
Restoring caretaking and caregiving EarthJustice
is also democratic grassroots inclusive energy,
positive and negative historic multiculturing/monocultural root systems.
Energy is
EmPowered Mass is
spatial place
and transportive time-power is political
whether involving the cooperative politics of a root system
or the more competitive politics of run-away monocultural
colonization by one species
against all polyculturing Other species,
cultures,
subclimates,
theocratic ecosystems,
Green Goddess YinRivers of Transport,
GrandMother Full/Empty MoonLight
SunLight ReSourced ReFlection.
Compassionate global win/win communication
light=energy=ecopolitical therapy opportunity
could restore health-optimizing EarthJustice,
multiculturally mediating EarthTribe Peace,
including GrandMother Moon,
both Full and Empty,
someday,
When good
is bad for nothing.