A Profound Thing
It seems to me
that it's an older tree that awakens in Autumn -
than the one that awakens in Spring;
a more rounded...
a more grounded ...
a more seasoned thing.
On its way to acquiring... yet another ring...
a tree in the midst of Autumn... is a profound thing.
aaahhh, I so love any thoughts regarding the wisdom of trees (as you know!)
"a tree in the midst of Autumn"...kind of like us, huh?
In the 'autumn' of our years...acquiring another ring...
beautiful, Chi...as always
Ahh more beautiful and profound wisdom from beautiful you.
Thank you Chi ....
This is beautiful Chi. Thanks for sharing it!!
Love it, Chi! Profound and beautiful indeed ~
Am very grateful for your refreshing creativity, you help me to see things more fully.
Beautiful!! Wish I could write like that. Thank you!
*Beautiful and wise
Thanks everyone for your kind words.
you know when i was a kid there were some truly outrageous,
unspeakable things going on in my house. And so i think the
Gods just decided to give me a break by sending me this
English teacher whose name was Miss Rudesiel when i was
around 12. Anyway one day she got to talking about antonyms
and synonyms and metaphors and homonyms and similes and
the assignment that day was to use all of them in a composition
about anything. i don't remember what i wrote; i just remember
it was a poem and because i added rhyme to it all, i got an A+. Ha!
And from that point on i was a writing machine. I had a whole
box full of the stuff i wrote as a kid from 12 to 16 (that i tucked
away and no one saw) until my father found the box in my closet
one day and tore what was in it all up into shreds in a rage.
Honestly, i just think it scared the hell out of him. And so he set
out to trying to scare the hell out of me. i moved out shortly after
that. A friend's parents took me in for a year and when i was
17 i hit the road; hitch-hiking cross country from the Wash DC
area to California. Made friends with someone in Denver who
was going to Calif. and drove with her the rest the way.
And from California back to DC a year later and then off again
heading up to Illinois. i worked for manpower as i went along
and stayed in cheap hotel rooms with kitchenettes that you
rent by the week. i think the bottom line back then was i just
needed to be free; totally free. Looking back, i wouldn't dare
take half the risks now, that i took back then. Hell, i didn't even
know they WERE risks back then.Too funny!
Thanks again everyone.
Ahhhh, me-thinks there's a long epic poem in you, girl! Incredible story of creativity, survival, sheer guts! Bravo!!!!
And blessed be Miss Rudesiel ~~ it only takes one teacher to jump start us into gear at that age :)
More poems, please and thank you!
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