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September 2009 
two poems for a saturday afternoon
Posted on Jun 9th, 2007
by 
Donan
Donan
southern pine
i’ll not cut this tree
that stood ere I was
long, tall, strong
though it breaks concrete
cold stone laid by men
it will stand
till nature decides
it’s life is over
and it falls
of its own accord
~ ~ ~
defeating a manufactured identity
It is a glorious day and quiet
The sun too high for machines
And men who would trade this silence
For the taming of nature
Turning beauty into riot
Stacks of books with paper covers
Content wildly different
all to show control of life
pretending as the others
that nature calls to serve them too
yet earth declares their work obscene
and on this day obedience
must overcome the doer
calm his churn of ordered rot
and mark this day a world serene
i’ll not cut this tree
that stood ere I was
long, tall, strong
though it breaks concrete
cold stone laid by men
it will stand
till nature decides
it’s life is over
and it falls
of its own accord
~ ~ ~
defeating a manufactured identity
It is a glorious day and quiet
The sun too high for machines
And men who would trade this silence
For the taming of nature
Turning beauty into riot
Stacks of books with paper covers
Content wildly different
all to show control of life
pretending as the others
that nature calls to serve them too
yet earth declares their work obscene
and on this day obedience
must overcome the doer
calm his churn of ordered rot
and mark this day a world serene
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the second one.
yum.
reminds me of http://nalukataq.zaadz.com/blog/2007/6/pablo_neruda
hugs,
davie
Thanks! This makes me glad to have written it–just to bring such to mind is a high compliment–thank you!
Beautiful sentiments! In those moments of clarity, when the pretenses of our daily lives fall away and all that is left is what is real, there is true peace.
cheers,
Laura
oh, would the wheels stop turning, the weed whackers die below a whisper/a quiet whimpered death… if the plants would just keep their glorious blossoming up
and the hands of man down
yes, the second… love it… and axiom, love the link to the Neruda…
Donan, Not to far from where I live, on a corner, a three trunk marvel stands, it thick lower branches extending practically parallel to the ground. Everyone can see this beauty as they travel down West Market, a main east-west artery. The City wanted to take it because of the heaving walkway and frankly because they feared the mighty lower branches, trees in themselves. But public outcry and the cycled physical presence of many of us around the tree made the city back off and reroute the walkway. Concrete can always be moved. So I've climbed to the top of poem #1. Long may it stand. Thanks Donan.