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    dots Submission Name: treesdots

    Author: WhatYouWill
    Elite Ratio:    5.75 - 65/76/35
    Words: 174
    Class/Type: Poetry/Childrens
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       You've always wanted to know what they were thinking...

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    The trees are so old
    they can't remember why they are standing here.

    The oak thinks that his mother carried him here
    when he was very small, but he isn't quite sure.

    The elm thinks she was merely adventuring
    when the ivy sprang out of the ground
    and bound her to this very spot.

    But the ivy thinks she is the elm's twin sister
    and that they are joined as the same tree.

    The blackberry bush thinks he was delivered to the forest,
    bundled up in a package and stamped by some all-knowing god of blackberries.

    The hawthorne thinks that she is eternal and immortal
    and that she has always been here
    and always will be.

    The aspen shivers and wishes that it wasn't so cold.

    And the cuckoo bird smiles knowingly,
    as if she knew something the others didn't,
    where there is food to be found,
    when the spring will come,
    or what a seed is,
    and how it looks when it floats in the breeze.

    Submitted on 2008-06-20 13:39:36     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      To me, this feels like an allegory.

    Living in a country practically ruled by old Catholics, I think I know those trees that you speak of. They are the old ones. The tragedy, however, is not their age but rather it is the fact that they grew old without the ability to move around the world, to see different perspectives apart from such a high and downsizing view of everything around them. But since they are "old trees" it would've been impossible for them to yank out their roots to move around. That is the case for most of the old people in our country. We've been colonized by Spain for years and they have instilled the catholic faith in such a way that without it, they feel as though they would lose their ability to live.

    I also know of the little Cuckoo. The young who can move around the world with just a flick of a button. They've seen different views of the world. But the trees, being that they are old trees, can do nothing more than call them "cuckoo."

    I've only read two pieces from you so far. But from what I've read, I think you have a very clean and solid style. It doesn't seem contrived and it is very clear on what it has to say without forgoing wit or other aesthetic elements that can make the work pleasing. I also like the symbols and the way you choose them. It gives a sense of childishness to hide the mature undercurrent. It also allows the piece to bridge aesthetic and generation gaps.

    As I've said... very solid. I think I'll read more of your work in the future.
    | Posted on 2010-10-20 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]
      This poem is very different from most of the ones by you that I've read. It has an almost playful feeling, while most of your work is more serious. It's interesting to see you write in a different style.

    I'm not sure the first two lines are necessary. The poem really is self-explanatory.

    I like how each paragraph is like a snapshot of the tree. (My favorites are the ones about the blackberry and the ivy.)

    It's true, I have always wondered what they think...
    | Posted on 2008-08-02 00:00:00 | by LunaMoth | [ Reply to This ]

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