For
ever
Mother tree
you
cradled me.
In the billows of steamy transit
whilst time etched a nebulous
reality in ancient air.
And now
you are
holding me
still,
your
warm cool hands,
steadily
grounding me.
Like dirt and stars and love and god,
your grace becomes me.
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
like honeycomb
"where creativity roams free"
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JEFF CALLAWAY
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Beautiful imagery – “billows of steamy transit”.
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thank you,it makes me happy when others read this work…..it seems to encourage more words!
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Very beautiful, feels like from a perspective of a bird the nest and the tree keeping her safe and sound
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thankyou, yes, forever bird
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I love tree poems – this is beautiful!
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thanks it is one of my favourites x
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aah, this mother tree invokes such pleasant imagery….loved it…
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thanks, its from a soft and wishful all encompassing place…
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Wonderful!
🙂
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Thanks xx
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Nice piece; glad to meet a fellow tree-hugger..
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hugger kisser even a tree dancer! xx
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Mother tree, is a wonderful description. Strong roots, always there under God’s watch full eyes. Watching her children fly away in the fall and return in the spring. beautiful poem.
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makes me happy to believe in a constant like that xxx
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Another great piece from you. Keep your pencil sharp!
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thankyou, i am sharpening it right at this moment!
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Lovely poem, fitting also for Mother’s Day! Glad to know of a kindred tree-lover like you! 🙂
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xxxx thanks
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Trees, nature and motherhood are my favorite themes in poetry that it’s starting to be a challenge to find ways to express them in new ways. I like that line” whilst time etched a nebulous reality into ancient air.”
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i sometimes wonder, if i will run out of ways to describe the visions or thoughts that pop into my mind…..so far there seems to be enough words 🙂
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Perhaps my view is more literal, but this makes me glad I’m a mother and I hope my sons feel this way about how I love them. Thank you Oh Silver One!
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it is yours, however you view it is perfect. The line that goes ‘warm, cool hands’ is a literal reference to the feeling i remember of my mothers hands on my forehead or face whenever I was sick or needed her. xx
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Then, thank you for giving me the words to how I feel. You are a true heart!
R
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Another beautiful one! The last 2 lines… oowee!!!
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Thanks V xxx It felt really good to write that one like I was letting the mother in…
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my pleasure!
i could feel it… an experience like that is a wonderful gift.
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I thought of Mom and I cried.
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and as soon as you though of her she laid her warm cool hand upon you cheek…they never leave us x
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