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Pine Tree Literate
The events
Our words capture
Are the poetry
We write of
The pen and paper
Afterthought
The essence of the poem
Remains in the moments themselves
Written about
Or not
A tree falls
Generous green cascade of words
Crashes to the paper in a tumult
Of image wedded to the moment
And hurled aloft
Pine seeds in the wind
I probably didn't get the meaning you wanted to convey, but as a teacher, I despise the flagrant waste of paper I see everywhere. Don't people realize that they are killing trees? That's what your last stanza meant to me. Wasted messages waste the trees. You are quite talented. I enjoyed reading this.
Jessica
i agree entirely with the first stanza describing what poetry is
matthew-- really like the title. drew me in. the second stanza is strongest. love the images it invokes. this is the poem. thanks for the read. peace, zawadi
This poem is concise (I appreciate this), and I found it interesting in its theme. But I do think the first stanza is a bit too prosaic. I might also add that Dr. Samuel Johnson would have disagreed with your "argument" that poetry is in the moment and not in the verse. But who is he to argue with you?
Hi Mathew, I am a new member here at Post Poems and found your poem very inspiring and beauitfully worded. You develop your theme extremely well and tie in the craft of writing with the symbolism of the pine in very creative way. Just as words last echoing memory, so does the evergreen. In Japanese gardens, they symbolize eternity. Thanks for sharing Gwendrina H.
what a message I get from this.... I really liked this .. well written....