domingo, 4 de enero de 2009

The bark

While staying there
I stand under your shade,
I come closer and watch
your magnificent bark;
I touch your fissures,
it is like going over a map,
full of hidden signals
about your past;
I pick up some little pieces
that have fallen apart,
I can not resist taking them
and put them in my bag

17 comentarios:

Amias dijo...

Well said. This particular skin protects mother earth ... and I have a few unique pieces myself.

zoya gautam dijo...

..-a lovely caption,beautiful poem..(appreciate ur kind cmnt)..many tyhanks..

zoya gautam dijo...

..many tyhanks
actually means-
many thanks..

Deborah Godin dijo...

So beautiful - and I feel I understand this, the reverence for the tree, the keeping of the talisman of it.

Beth P. dijo...

Lovely addition to the poems--

Tree bark is amazing. I flinch when there's big gashes in it, like I would react to a cut on an animal--

I too love the taking of the shed piece as a talisman--they are generous to us, those tree!

Thank you so much--

anthonynorth dijo...

An important skin for the planet, identified so well.

Sue dijo...

what an extraordinarily beautiful tree -- what kind is it? Lovely poem, especially the lines about the "hidden signals"

SandyCarlson dijo...

Well said. I also respond to trees this way. I wonder about the stories. And I feel close to friends when I walk among them.

if dijo...

thank you for your words......that is the bark of the "lleuque" a native tree of the Andes...its wood is also amazing to make furniture!

Pam dijo...

A collector of skin-- wonderful image. I love to pick up bits of nature also.

Jeeves dijo...

Last para is brilliant. Love this

floreta dijo...

what a nice treasure.. so much history in an old tree..

Tumblewords: dijo...

I, too, manage to salvage tiny pieces of earth skins. Lovely work and photo!

spacedlaw dijo...

I do that too!

gautami tripathy dijo...

Best skin of all. LOved it..

frenzied entropies

And please do visit the Poetry Train being run each Monday!

fourwindshaiga dijo...

Oh, I love this! Not only a lovely poem, but I like the looks of that bark.

one more believer dijo...

there is nothing so alive as a tree standing in wait... beautiful