The En-permanent Skeleton

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about a tree

Submitted: January 19, 2010

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Submitted: January 19, 2010

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Oh wise and ancient one
bestow unto me your relation to my apparent situation.
bestow unto me your athritic branches, for my arthritic hands to understand
your roots arthritic, your buds arthritic and your heart dying
oh dying giver, you hang alongside your brothers and sisters
all born from the mother soil
ever silent
ever vigilant
ever giving
but never evergreen
oh nature, you hadn't a chance here
forever drifting through the grey oblivion of northern night
forever a black skeleton skyline on a boring suburban monotone
i recall evening sunset in saint colombs
i recall oxygen, i recall air, i recall one true chance for mother earth to breathe
i recall her one enigmatic deep deep deep breath of northern summer
oh so very deep it was, as it was only to be a few days out of year
only a few days to be touched by the true romance of summer
sunrise
sun
sunset
summer
the sky lush with green and the trees beaming with the blue of it all
every character in this scene related today in some way
this scene is a memorial, burned onto the very surface of my mind and memory
never to be forgotten
and considering my unconsciousness it is certainly no faux pas
so elderly and dying one do not give up
do not lose your illusion of gold
do not lose your heart of green
do not forget your dream of blue
my dear mother nature you have seen it all
do not let the cold of winter break your branches
do not let your naked winter skeleton become who you are
for i will always remember you in a coat of green
against a warm blue blanket
i will always remember you for what you can be


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