Long Heartwood Poems

Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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The hollow tree of a man,                             ...

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Traveler's Guide to the Rugged Path

Millions tread the rugged path
as nomads groping in a murky mist
eyes and hands aloft; prayerful…hopeful.

Few chance upon a wondrous tree,
bearing on its ample boughs,
love; unconditional and sweet.

Sheltered safely in the...

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A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun...

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Subtle comes the mourning
In light laced with night
Like concentric circles forming
In the Forrest's biography of life

For children grow in truth like trees
It's lesson is wisdom's offering
Spiral layer of night and day
Concealed an annual weathering

In heartwood...

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Sprouted in soil,
not rich nor poor
surprisingly the seedling grows under
the toughest conditions.

Nature is false, though one may not believe-
the burning in the blistering summer,
the drowning in the spring
the Identity ripped away in the fall
and the...

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As each fatigued day culls my nature
Mine mind does Judas thee
And tinker pon the waves of hope
Muted Banshee

My blighted roots once writhed hitherto
Severed from earths comely breast
Mother natures contempt of me
Fair mumsy, she knows best

(Stark)
I...

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This world we inhabit, a giver of life
That on the surface is so rife,
Akin to a tree’s cross-section,
A thin cambium bound by natural selection.
 
The atmosphere the outer bark that protects
Life below in all respects;
Each...

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Watch the rapt musician's hand  
Draw the bow across the strings.
Hear the ancient violin,
Oh, the melody it sings!

Is the magic of its voice
From the fiddle's maple heart?
Is the secret in its shape?
Does its varnish...

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