Earth Trees Weep
two
blue spruce
trees planted
in their front yard
intended **l i v i n g**
s e a s o n a l celebrants
over decades; but things change
** rumbles an avalanche of tears **
grands pass, one by one, as house crumbles;
gone, beyond care, when thieves steal in, axe them
Ciel’s trees
shine bright
(ciel = sky/heaven)
Laura is today’s host for dVerse’ Meet the Bar / Form. Laura wants us to write an etheree form poem (with 2 extra lines for the trunk) about a holiday tree. The poem is based on trees planted in my grandparents’ front yard.
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such a visual poem Lisa with a sad end to the seasonal celebrants – great title too
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Laura, thank you very much. It was a rotten shame, and there were some unconfirmed suspects (resentful relatives.)
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This is lovely Li :-)
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Thanks much, Carol Anne. I have to thank Laura for bringing those trees back to me.
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This is so sad! I know everything ends, but….
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I know what you mean :(
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Beautiful and sad, Lisa. A deep write.
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Thanks much, Nancy.
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A sad fact of time passing, Lisa.
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Carol, your comment made me think of this song by George Harrison
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What a beautiful and sad remembrance of those trees. We weep with the trees.
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Thank you, Grace.
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I weep for the axed trees ~~ all of them. This is beautiful poetry, Lisa.
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Helen, thank you. And thank you for taking us out with your family in your poem.
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That is a sad story. Why would anyone do such a thing? (K)
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Long story, but as you know anyone can rationalize anything, no matter how heinous. I should write the story out.
Have you read any books by Elizabeth Strout? I’m reading her latest, and the story would easily fit into one of her books.
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I read one of them long ago. I do remember liking it.
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Every book she’s written (except for maybe the 1st couple) has several of the same characters in them. It’s like visiting home (in a good way) to read them.
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I wish I could get back into reading regularly. Maybe next year. Of course I own enough books I haven’t read yet to keep me busy for a long time.
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I have been reading a lot more books since getting an e-reader. I still buy hard copy but only the ones I plan on keeping. E books way cheaper but I got tired of sitting at the computer to read them. Now I carry the e-reader around like a book.
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I have trouble spending a long time with any kind of screen these days, so that would not help me. It’s in my head, or maybe my body.
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A very sad one but really great Lisa!
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Truth is always stranger (and sadder) than fiction. Thank you, Max.
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Yes it is…a lot of the fiction is drawn from truth…and that makes it more sad.
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A very moving poem
li.
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Sadje, thank you. A painful memory to recall.
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I’m so sorry my friend. 🤗
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What a sad and infuriating tale Lisa…
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Andrew thanks. The mind searches for answers and comes up short :(
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nice one
Much❤️💚love
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Thank you and thank you for the Christmas hearts, Gillena.
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I’m sorry those trees couldn’t continue to remember your grandparents with you. I bet they were beautiful.
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D, they were. My grandparents lived in a humble home at the bottom of a hill, but they had a great big lawn out front, separated by a sidewalk that ended at the ditch. Can’t remember who bought them, but one was for grandpa and one for grandma and they were planted halfway out on the lawn on either side of the sidewalk. Now that the house is gone it would have been nice to drive down there and see the trees still standing.
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Beautifully done and oh so sad…
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thanks, Dale. It is.
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Imagine stealing Christmas trees. :-O
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Yes, it’s spiteful. Welcome to my family ;)
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LOL :-D
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I’m playing the George Harrison as I type this. Only this morning I was telling one of the dVerse poets that in 1964 he was my favourite Beatle…
I feel for you remembering the fate of your Gradparents’trees… May it be In memory at least, that those two trees are leaning towards one another like in the fable of the hospitality of Baucis and Philemon, which we were taught in school when I was about 10. I hope you can think of that with a smile xxx
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Geo isn’t your fave anymore??
Thank You for sharing that story with me. Of course you know my eyes are now filled with tears.
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may those tears bathe away some of your pain – and don’t let me start you off again { hug }
Yep, George is still the dreamy one for me. Just that I’m not as infatuated with Fab Four as I was 60 years ago! and I had to listen to Ringo doing voice overs on the cassette tapes for ‘Thomas the Tank Engine and friends’, 40 years ago when Simon was a baby!
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Thanks again, Kathy. OK, I see. I thought maybe you “changed Beatles.” As a kid, Paul was the cutie for me. Now you’ve got me interested about Ringo’s voice overs :)
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So many precious memories gone just like that! How can one steal trees!! I feel you, Li. ❤️ 🫂
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Punam, thank you for your supportive comment <3 It is a mystery isn't it :(
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This brought back memories of a Leland Pine we planted in out front yard which grew from a sapling to a strong towering tree that our children would climb. One day we woke up to the sound of out landlord cutting it down. Broke our hearts. We moved soon after. Beautifully rendered etheree, Li. Hope your holidays are merry and your new year happy as can be!
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Dora, did the landlord have a rationale for doing it? I am sorry the tree was killed and you all were helpless to save it. I’m glad you distanced yourself from the callousness.
Thank you, and I wish you and your loved ones a beautiful holiday season.
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Thanks, Li. I imagine the rationale (never given) was along the lines of exercising control over his property. He liked his lawn to be easy to mow and probably didn’t know how much the tree meant to us.
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Or how much each tree means to the planet…
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💚💚💚
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