Tree
where you go
the wind follows
as if no
choice remains but
that of sun
and oak an
attraction such that
limbs curve to
light a certainty
which cautions us
to intrude lest
we lose all
sight and sense
of beauty you
are this tree
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Lovely!
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Thank you!
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very nice. the only thing missing would be some blue jays going about their business.
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They’re there, if you listen for them… 🙂
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BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
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Thanks!
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Lovely and mysterious, Robert–you must have an affinity for trees, as I do.
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Oh, yes. Trees, wind, birds…
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One of those interesting pieces that makes me drift off in thought, sometimes for minutes at a time. Thank-you.
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Drifting can be a very good thing for the creative process. Or not. But it relaxes me.
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That wasn’t a bluejay. It was me, busting into your poem, cackling with joy.
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No wonder it sounded familiar! And you are always welcome to bust in!
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Lovely. Reminiscent of Trees by Joyce Kilmer, only I like yours better.
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Thank you.
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Those tree’s and the stories they hold… Thank you for dropping by to have a read!
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Yes, yes! The pleasure was all mine. And thank you!
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That’s a beautiful tribute–or shall I say “tree”-beaut. Thanks for liking my latest blog piece.
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Perhaps it was beautreeful? Ha! Thanks for stopping by, Stew.
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As always – a pleasure to read and a moment’s drift to ….. ..
Thank you!
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Thanks, Rob. I’m so pleased you stopped by again.
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Have not seen you in my reader for a while so came hunting! 🙂
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Those darned inconsiderate readers! Happy hunting, Rob!
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Tree spirit within as one meanders through life thoughts and stumble upon your beautiful “Tree” Poem…
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I’m so pleased you stumbled in. Thank you.
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trees … ! the greatest beings of all creation … they
touch each other with
common knowledge … their awareness reaches into the
light beyond the horizon and to the sun with compete
understanding .,.. they reach into the
ground and understand the language of the
earth … they are in ways greater than
the earth and the sun they form the ultimate
connection … thanks and thanks …. ks
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Oh, trees! Thanks for stopping by.
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