Yellow Pining

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WickedEve
WickedEve
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A landscape changes in uprooted seconds,
before coffee, moments before
shades go up on the sun.

I was in those branches
when they were steadfast
and evergreen beneath my grasp.

No wind nor god
could fell this tree.

Beyond the lament of fallen limbs,
there are roots,
shadowed on white boards of home,
stark as wondering:

If this pine was bent to touch the ground,
then what endurance is there for me?

copyright d. dixon
12.28.2004

WickedEve
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8 Comments
HarryHillHarryHillover 11 years ago
Delicious deciduous metaphors

lead to other trees

Maria2394Maria2394almost 12 years ago
damn!

I wish I could write like this! You are a wicked poetic genius and I wish you would pop back in for a second or two. I hope you and your family are well, wherever you are. Hugs and blessings :)

~ maria

KOLKOREKOLKOREalmost 15 years ago
Like the Pine trees, so are the Poplars: soft

I was told that the huge poplar at my back yard is a soft kind of a tree. I don't know if it was supposed to make me feel any better (I was thinking: and how about me?), or the inevitable decision (the tree was sick and dangerously leaning in the neighbors' house direction) any easier. I felt like I was about to go under a horrible surgery, worse - like I was betraying a trusting friend. The cutting took much longer than I care to remember, and the land rumbled as if it was an earth quake – so big and tall was this sky scraper of a tree as it was falling…<P> Thanks for your lamenting poem which puts people and trees together -the way they should always be.

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 15 years ago
emmm, pine

you know-

I pine for you.

Seriously, worth coming back!

"lament of fallen limbs" - good!

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerabout 15 years ago
Wonderful

"Yellow Pining" had special meaning for me. Where I live, yellow spruce was used for much construction in the nineteenth century (my floor boards are made from it and were laid in 1836!) We all pine for strength, youth, a solid house, perhaps even strong, protective parents.

If yellow pining exists only in my imagination, it still was an enjoyable trip for me.

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