LIFE AMONG THE TREES by jo_dis
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LIFE AMONG THE TREES
A patch of peeling Sycamores is home.
Three stories up from neatly tailored grass
And thirty stories down from where I once
Viewed stone’s spectacular perspectives of
Ant people’s lives. My rituals or “ruts”
Are basically quite simple: getting up
Before the sun robs mystery from dawn
To watch parades of shadows stealing down
My island’s only street. They move as if
They sense their loss of quiet, morning doves
And robin songs … the job necessity
Of riding subways into New York’s noise.
Like Eliot, cold teaspoons measure time
In empty coffee cups while I await
The prophecies of clouds predicting what
Day’s skies will bring before those pundits on
My television get it wrong. And then I’m off
To test each morning’s warmth with lazy strolls
Along the East Side River separating me
From high-rise silhouettes; along a walk
Where sparrows, pigeons, gulls and squirrels
Impatiently are waiting for their meal.
When all my odds and ends are gone, the still
Unfed take flight with chirps and cheeps
And caws proclaiming: “SELFISH MAN GO WRITE!
And don’t come back with just poetic crumbs”.
jo_dis
2010
Comments (5)
wysiwig
I like the reference to Eliot. Have I influenced the poet? Then my life is not in vain. Reviewers talk about 'word pictures'. Your prose goes beyond that, forming 'word movies'. You create images so vivid I can see them as if watching a film. As I read and re-read, the images become clearer and I begin to build stories around them. Your work always leaves me wanting more but they are never 'crumbs'.
TallPockets
''The prophecies of clouds predicting what Day’s skies will bring before those pundits on My television get it wrong.'' Don't ya' just LUV all those ''EXPERTS'' these days? In any 'field' one can imagine. I don't want to WAKE UP WITH AL! (The mere THOUGHT of such gives this old man a deep, TROPICAL DEPRESSION moment). I happily live in the country and the BIRDS tell me each a.m. what KIND o' weather it IS outside without me even peeking out the closed window shades of the night before. WONDERFULLY done! Your writings stir the imagination and mind as the words pass by. Someday, when I can FIND what's LEFT of MY mind, I'll enjoy them even MORE! WINK. My BEST, TallPockets.
neles-e
... Nice VERTICAL plumb line tone running through- out this one .
auntietk
Your story sent me off in search of maps That match the scene my mind provided when I read "the East Side River" and I found Main Street (the only street) and several Roads A lighthouse in the north holds down the point And to the south a hospital in ruins Fantastic city views from every side It's island life in East Coast New York style And if I've got it wrong I still have spent My restful morning most enjoyably I learned about a place I've never been Imagining a far-off friend at home
Sylvia
Ahh!! What a ~Lovely~ way of taking the Imagination fly on the Wings of your Words... Rhythm & Metaphors that please the Heart!! FASCINATING!!!