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The Old Tree

Monday, June 30, 2008

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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8 Comments leave one →
  1. Tuesday, July 1, 2008 5:34 am

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

    from the palms of my hand, you stand tall

  2. Tuesday, July 1, 2008 8:46 am

    Thank you, gautami. :)

    -Nicole

  3. Tuesday, July 1, 2008 12:12 pm

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

  4. Wednesday, July 2, 2008 8:20 am

    Thank you, San. :)

    -Nicole

  5. Wednesday, July 2, 2008 1:11 pm

    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. Thursday, July 3, 2008 9:07 am

    Thank you, Michelle. :)

    -Nicole

  7. Noah permalink
    Sunday, July 6, 2008 6:51 pm

    This is amazing.

  8. Wednesday, July 9, 2008 10:10 am

    Thank you, Noah.

    -Nicole

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