The Old Tree

This chained lune was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural, based on the above image. Enjoy.

-Nicole
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The old tree was dying,
her wood drying
as ancient life left her.

The tree has been shelter
for the sculptor -
a cradle of memories.

He remembered afternoons of resting
in her arms,
watching skyward in her branches -

he could not let her go.
He gently carved
a hand from her wood.

He rests in her palm,
watching past branches
which frame the starlit sky;

she will not die now.
In her branches,
he’s a little boy again.

Written 6/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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I am a 37 year old writer from Columbus, OH and the creator of Raven's Wing Poetry. I am a poet, seeker, fellow traveler, and Aspie.
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8 Responses to The Old Tree

  1. You truly do lunes so well. I like the chained ones!

    from the palms of my hand, you stand tall

  2. Thank you, gautami. :)

    -Nicole

  3. San says:

    wow! that is such stunning imagery. i loved it. :)

  4. Thank you, San. :)

    -Nicole

  5. You have given breath to an old childhood memory of mine with your poem. I loved climbing trees as a child and sitting in the branches or hanging upside down from one. I love the imagery you have portrayed here. Nice job. Have a nice day.

  6. Thank you, Michelle. :)

    -Nicole

  7. Noah says:

    This is amazing.

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