One tree –
a solo sentinel –
beckons
Take comfort,
says she,
beneath my boughs
But I am hungry
balk at simplicity
silence adverse
Till fate arrests me
legs no longer fleeing
the great Walnut my saviour.
(Image my own)
Walnut Tree
One Woman's Quest
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Lovely poem and the tree in your photo is so majestic! š ā¤
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Thanks Deborah. I am lucky to share space with that tree.
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Yes I would love to also share space with that tree! š ā¤
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You are always welcome!
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š ā¤ !
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Trees seem to know how to console with their presence, some more than others!
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True!
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I love the lacy filigree of the tree’s winter branches. Regardless of where I’ve lived, certain trees always seem to provide a comforting presence.
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It’s true. Funny thing about this tree is that my mom is the most excited about it and tells me tale after tale of the walnut trees growing up.
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Isn’t that interesting!
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Nice! Like how you personified the tree, and create conflict through that! A little human vs. nature. And maybe a bit against nurture, also.
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I think I just like to resist, lol. Thanks Benjamin. Appreciate your insights.
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A rebel! Nothing wrong with it. “I rebel there we exist.” -Camus.
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Hahaha – my university studies coming back to haunt me.
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Haha. They always come back to us here and there. I hope it’s a good haunting, though.
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So long ago, I barely remember any of it…or at least that what’s I thought.
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Nature comforts us when all else fails. It is a magnificent tree.
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So true. Thank you.
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A solo sentinel… lovely expression. I like your and Benjamin’s convo about the piece also. I have or had a tree that I felt was a solo sentinel and yet somehow I wandered from it also. Though that tree never beckoned to me or ask that I stay near it. It just *was*, somehow. Cool poem, makes me think.
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Thanks Lia. I spend way too much alone in nature, lol.
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Ah that sounds lovely. :))
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