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

16 comentarios:

Amias (ljm and liquidplastic) dijo...

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

Anónimo dijo...

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

Anónimo dijo...

..many tyhanks
actually means-
many thanks..

Anónimo 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.

sgreerpitt 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.

Sandra.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!

Anónimo 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!

Anónimo dijo...

Best skin of all. LOved it..

frenzied entropies

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

Anónimo dijo...

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

Anónimo dijo...

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