For dVerse Poetics: Under the Canopy and for Sunday Whirl (sigh, conjure, neglect, bend, twine, back, nest, carry, spirits, trinkets, cure, cap)
The Passage of Time
A wee me
Settled under a gnarled old tree
I conjure images so many
From words read
Of spirits that cure
Settled under a gnarled old tree
I conjure images so many
From words read
Of spirits that cure
Of cap-carrying monkeys
All hiding in my tree;
I hear mom’s call
For the umpteenth time
Cannot neglect it anymore
Heaving a huge sigh
I bid goodbye
To my canopied home
Away from home
All hiding in my tree;
I hear mom’s call
For the umpteenth time
Cannot neglect it anymore
Heaving a huge sigh
I bid goodbye
To my canopied home
Away from home
All grown-up now,
Sitting with my back against
My favorite Adirondack
Below the canopy of a gnarled
Old tree
I bend my head sideways
Peek up the tree
And what do I see?
A nest – lovingly built
Of twine, of trinkets
That I long thought missing
A home nestled
In my canopied home
Away from home.
Peek up the tree
And what do I see?
A nest – lovingly built
Of twine, of trinkets
That I long thought missing
A home nestled
In my canopied home
Away from home.
For Saturday Snapshot, 6WS: The following two photos were captured seconds within each other at this year’s Pinewood Derby event at my son’s pack – it is his last Pinewood Derby event – from the top of pinewood derby track to the bottom. Fates decided, cheers and sighs heard all over – a lot happened in a matter of a few seconds..
A lot happens in a moment.
A home nestled
In my canopied home
Away from home….awww…made me smile… there's beautiful comfort in this… a tree is home to so many insects, birds and yes…people as well…smiles
There is a beautiful coming of age sentiment in this poem… the contrast of being a child when all is possible to the dream of nesting in the canopy… and the tree a red thread..
smiles…we used to play in the woods…and build homes and forts so i have a lot of memories there…and mom calling us home…its all still there you know…waiting on us…cool verse….and pine wood derby…used to do that as a kid as well….very cool…
I could just picture you in the protection of the trees, beautiful.
This has a wonderful dreamy feel..I think we can still find magical places even if (we're meant to be) grown up
I miss those Pinewood Derby days! Enjoy. They go quickly.
That's a lovely childhood memory ~ Even in the passage of time, the tree is canopied home ~
This is beautiful. I like the idea that what was important in one's childhood becomes important again in adulthood!!
Fantastic imagery I can so imagine it, thanks for visiting today…
Curiously many years ago I walked in the woods near my old childhood home and I did just this, discovering a tree with the barest remnants of a tree house I had built with my brother so many years before. But all could feel was Father Time shaking his head slowly. I loved your piece.
It would be so fun to truly find some long lost trinkets from childhood just waiting for our return under a tree where we once sat!
I remember playing under the canopy of many old trees. Love to sit under them now. Enjoyed your poem.
This brings back memories.
your line "Of cap-carrying monkeys" made me remember a book i recently read titled 'Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard' by Kiran Desai (◕‿◕｡) have a nice Wednesday
much love…