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
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Well said. This particular skin protects mother earth ... and I have a few unique pieces myself.
..-a lovely caption,beautiful poem..(appreciate ur kind cmnt)..many tyhanks..
..many tyhanks
actually means-
many thanks..
So beautiful - and I feel I understand this, the reverence for the tree, the keeping of the talisman of it.
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--
An important skin for the planet, identified so well.
what an extraordinarily beautiful tree -- what kind is it? Lovely poem, especially the lines about the "hidden signals"
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.
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!
A collector of skin-- wonderful image. I love to pick up bits of nature also.
Last para is brilliant. Love this
what a nice treasure.. so much history in an old tree..
I, too, manage to salvage tiny pieces of earth skins. Lovely work and photo!
Best skin of all. LOved it..
frenzied entropies
And please do visit the Poetry Train being run each Monday!
Oh, I love this! Not only a lovely poem, but I like the looks of that bark.
there is nothing so alive as a tree standing in wait... beautiful
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