A vent hushes, pushes muzzy
stuff into the holes in my head
daily sonic wool blocks chatter
and office natter fluorescent
lights buzz above me.
Outside, shawls of fog
drape the pines, mist slips
around magnolia buds and
their white flames glow still in
the engulfed air.
Make me a tree – please!
Shrouded, beaded, free.
Photo credit: Panormio
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I just don’t think you would like being a tree full-time, Susanne. They can’t move from where they are rooted! Magnolia as white flames is a lovely image….
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Nice one! Beautiful photo too.
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Thank you, Carla. The photo came from Google but it nicely illustrates the poem.
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Love the poem; love the Earl Scruggs video too!
“Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.” – Joyce Kilmer
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Oh, yes, definitely a fool over here!
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Same here…!
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Ah! Cute. Fluorescent lights, the worst! I am less and less tolerant of them with age.
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Me, too, Julie. And now we have this gawdawful “noise reduction” thing that is like a low hum or a whoosh that pumps out of a speaker or something Orwellian in the ceiling that is supposed to reduce hearing other “noise” like colleagues talking. It feels like I’m in some kind of sensory deprivation tank. Lord, make me a tree!
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Indeed! It was a dear Canadian friend who introduced me to the word: anthropomorphism. You have the eye!
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Right outside my work window (a window that makes me happy, let me tell you) is a small stand of pines and if I crane my neck I can see a wee magnolia tree. Lucky me!
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Beautiful flow
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Have you heard the song, Derrick? Sounds nothing like the poem and has an entirely different flow. A different kind of breakdown! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQIJuu3N5EY
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Thanks, Susanne. I hadn’t heard it. Exhilarating stuff
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It is, eh? Makes you want to go out and pull weeds really fast!
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