I will die to become a tree
trade flesh for leaf-green poetry
sweeping shadows from winter sky
or bending low and tossing sun
in patterned dreams for anyone
seeking shelter. Come, crawl or fly
to my branches stream-side, rock-tide
or on the windswept prairie, wide
open to storm and spring-breeze sigh
A nove otto for Jane’s weekly challenge. Thank you and apologies (especially for the rhymy form) to Angie, whose amazing poem inspired the title and second line. I read about this tree-food alternative to burial a while ago, but the idea has recently resurfaced in the news.
I love the way your lines flow into one another, not stopping short at the rhyme. ‘tossing sun in patterned dreams’ —lovely.
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Thanks, Jane. I started to write this without even thinking about the form…and then it suddenly seemed like it would fit. Go figure.
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I think it’s something about the way words fit themselves into patterns whether we like it or not.
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I seriously love this! Tossing sun in patterned dreams…for anyone…that’s a few good leaves of poetry…which is meant to be shared. Thanks for catching wind of my piece and turning it into another fresh fire. That’s how poetry goes…on and on and on. Sigh:) Have a good Friday. Literally:)
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Thanks for your generosity. Yep, sharing is what it’s about. 🙂 Have a joyous weekend!
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The first stanza – Oh, so good! Profound and beautiful, all at once. Great work. ***
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Aw, thanks. It ended up being a happy little write. 🙂
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Wonderful. I had also read about this “tree-food alternative,” and some friends were discussing eco-burials on FB recently. I like the way you organized this poem within the form. You are right, that it did end up being happy–and fitting for spring. 🙂
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Wonderful image…and it flows so well I barely noticed the form. Hopeful. (K)
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I was just talking about this with a friend over tea yesterday! In not sure about the concept itself – where to plant the tree!? – though I like the idea, and love the open, wild beauty you bring to it. How freeing you make it sound – like being out on the moors in a Bronte story!
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There you go–I’d probably have my tree planted somewhere in a more remote part of the U.K. 🙂
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So nice. Love the last two lines best of all, but so much to love in this one.
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