Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Tree


roots reach into earth
deeper than any shovel
no matter the strength of the back
wielding it
thirsty
seeking anchorage in an underground
ocean
feeding teeming, ceaseless movement
wild
tenacious
flexible

branches reach into sky
intricate twist, turn  and shiver
upwards, outwards
 awesome
shocking impossible symmetry
flicker(s)
shelter(s)
cradle(s)
deeper than any blue
no matter the heat or  cold of  sun
 greeting their thirst
 seeking fire
as definite and safe 
as its necessary distance

trunks hover
with bark the only skin they know
their precious ache
keeping earth and sky
together
and
apart
rings of ages listen and wonder at the threshold 
of
in-between
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10 comments:

  1. HarlequinMarch 4, 2012 at 12:59 AM

    this is a poem for my sister who is dwelling with/in a threshold experience with remarkable honesty and attentive wonder. a gift from a distance, but always from the heart.

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  2. Mr. CharlestonMarch 4, 2012 at 8:44 AM

    Beautiful poem on a beautiful and precious subject.

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  3. jadedjMarch 4, 2012 at 10:53 AM

    One of my very favorite things...trees. A beautiful thought from a beautiful person. Thanks H.

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  4. HarlequinMarch 4, 2012 at 11:17 PM

    Mr.C.-thanks for the kind words; more and more i am aware of being surrounded by beauty that i fear will become dangerously taken for granted... i was thinking about this when this poem began forming itself.
    JadedJ-- i, too, am a big fan of trees. i love looking,wandering, climbing, listening and gazing up into their branches. thanks for the visit and the kind sentiment

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  5. Tara Alexandra MoxonMarch 7, 2012 at 5:35 PM

    wow, this a really good poem

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  6. HarlequinMarch 8, 2012 at 12:22 AM

    tara--well, thanks for those kind words. and thanks for the visit. :)

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  7. GarthMarch 17, 2012 at 2:00 PM

    keeping earth and sky
    together
    and
    apart

    supoib stuff - I'm a sucker for tree head-trips, enthralled by the idea of seeing things from the viewpoint of the trees (there are so many available metaphors)

    Awesome: I really hate that word, so I'd prefer to say that this poem is a giant oak that keeps the earth and sky together.

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  8. HarlequinMarch 17, 2012 at 11:18 PM

    Garth- thanks for the kind sentiment. i am not a fan of the awesome word either,so it kinda surprised me when it seemed to fit in this one. ya never know.
    oak tree is a wonderful compliment. thank you.

    btw, damn fine stuff happening over at your blog, if i may say so...

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  9. AnonymousMarch 19, 2012 at 2:31 AM

    it is nice descriptive phase, admire your write up. it just like a big in depth meaning on. for a girl like me whom staring the computer 24/7 some times is hard to express it out.

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  10. HarlequinMarch 21, 2012 at 11:14 PM

    Ryuki-thanks for the visit and the comment. i am not a 24/7 computer gal, but i can appreciate the challenges that go along with learning to express.... i suppose that is a life project as much as a blogging one. cheers

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