This is so simple and pure it is hard not to love. I don't really dig the title, but that may be because I don't get it. This is mind blowing quality. (not actually mind blowing though, I checked and it is still there.)
I see that "izzy" is questioning has she married a bag full of wind or an authritative husand.
Then she says she'll stay married because her poet husand likes it that way. The last couplet has the wife saying she is the cause of your writing
I then say:
Then is when there's end
to conquer wind within;
there's no point to the pen.
Ok, so, I've read this a couple of times, and enjoyed it a lot.
I am finally commenting even though what I have to say isnt as in depth or as constructive as previous comments.
I really love the words that say a lot without a lot of words, if that makes sense.
And you've said an awful lot with just a handful of words. I think that's an awesome gift.
There's great wisdom and feeling here, and it doesnt take up a whole page or use complex symbolism and ten-letter words to do it.
I think it's simplicity is it's grace and beauty.
But, I missed how the tree fits in.
Could just be me being too simple, eh?
This is one of the best pieces I've seen on here in a long time. There is such genuine humility and wonder in the writing.
"have I surrendered
to the wind or God"
Is there a difference?
"existence is all I ask
the heavens nod"
existence, confirmation, or acceptance?
"the poet sees in me
a soft 'amen'"
Interesting that the poet sees the amen, the presence, the power, and doesn't hear it.
"worthy to uplift
a curious pen"
Curious and talented fortunately.
For the record, I am not a religious person by any means, and my interpretation of God probably differs from yours, but I think any person should be able to appreciate the appearance of the divine, whether in the lights of the Aurora Borealis, or the gentle lilting of a tree in the wind.
your title is curious; the wife of a tree would be something elemental to me, but by my inference, the wind is your ether, the rustling between leaves the inspiration you get.
is there god in all of this? why, yes, if you believe it to be so, if your faith tells you inside that this is so, then it is. it becomes real, more real than the material we 'see' every day with our five senses. it becomes a cause in itself, don't you think? a cause to live by, to believe in.
the idea of surrendering to existence is what we all do in some way, i figure. we can't fight it. we can only go with it and see where these currents take us. some drown and some get carried away to never come back. and some stay rooted, never to know the brush of thermals underneath. it's all... a parabolic curve, an arc into... the unknown, the curious, as you say, a flame that grows stronger with every whiff of oxygen it burns.
a wife: either the second half to you, or a shackling presence, or both, or neither. still, there is a bond in some measure, a connection outside of your own that you recognise. sun to moon, earth to water, fire to air and so on. balance, an always fluid and changing balance, but one all the same.
where am i going with this? just some thoughts drifting over me, yep, that's it.
Oh wow... This is a short but simple poem. But not simple though. Intense, short and sweet. I loved it!! I am awe struck at the level you are at. Your poem was amazing. I love it. Alright enough of the on going whatever.
This poem definitely is original. Not all emo like almost everyone else here. You're terribly talented. Bravo.
and this has absolutely nothing to do with the poem... but more a thought that came to mind, or has come to mind in the last couple of days.
when I used to read passages in the Bible I used the higher power method...
I would pray and then open up to where I was supposed to read. Anyway, when I was married, I was praying once, trying to find guidance in learning how to be a better wife... so, I am praying this with all the earnestness I can muster and beyond, and this is the Bible verse that I opened up to using the 'method'...
Wives, submit to your husbands....
So not kidding here...
and me being me... I look up, laugh, and shake my fist. (So not kidding here). In my mind and heart I was already butting..
yea, but he is supposed to love me like...
I suppose there is a humility in understanding how perfect it is to be spiritually imperfect.
This piece is striking, at first read it seems that there is something there that you can't quite understand. Then as you read again, an imagine begins to be painted in your head. It is rare that poem's can transcend just mere words and become a picture. For me personally, that is the ideal quality I look for in a poem. If I can see the meaning of the poem in my mind's eye without actually seeing the words on the page. The meaning I took from this may be completely different than you intended, but it spoke to me in very clearly. It seems to me as if it is a call to God asking if you are meant to write because it is your nature or your calling. Either way would you have a choice? A very good write.
The only thing I would change is that I would add a question mark at the end of the first stanza. This just helps the piece flow better and it makes it easier to understand on a first read.