Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Roots

I sign a form 
to give away every part of me when I die

My twigs for shade from yellow-humid sun
My red blooms for tea & medicine
My thick leaves, dried & tied, an omen for blessings

Take these fibrous sap 
Sweeter than young tender coconut
Silk is my color, golden ripening 

My flesh, pickled spicy & thinly sliced, a feast    
My oblong seeds,  blossoming wings & words
My trunk, weathered storm, a ladder, a boat or ship

I see on desert or barren land 
My eyes craning for glorious sunset, pared succulent & ripe

Roots dig
deeply entrenched into a river

Underneath parched lands or dusty streets
A long shadow, healing & crowning a sky

For all my children's
children to remember me by-




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks for the visit ~

44 comments:

  1. A tree is the epitome of love and sacrifice, it absorbs all the pain and gives only and only happiness to one and all.

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  2. it's cool to give away what we cannot keep anyway and make everything that's us a blessing for other people...

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  3. gorgeous, Grace, especially that second verse ~

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  4. a wonderful message for humanity....

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  5. I love your root-poem. cyclus....
    The rythm is very nice.

    Hugs
    JetteMajken

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  6. Perhaps it is only be what we give away in some way that we will be remembered....enjoyed your perspective.

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  7. what i find cool about this is that even in death we are useful...or at least a tree is....and that is a def legacy to leave behind for many generations to come...

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  8. A tree has many uses alive or dead, even helps make a nice comfy bed

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  9. A tree with edible fruit.. so many uses.. even the shade.. really quite lovely I would love to live where I could feast on mango..

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  10. Grace, it seems as though many took on the personification of a tree. I like yours very, very much. >KB

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  11. I enjoyed the generous angle of your poem, Grace! And I just love mangoes.

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  12. Grace, I love your opening line, "I sign a form
    to give away every part of me when I die"

    It's so true and giving, yet your poem has a peace about it- it can be good.

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  13. Such hope found in demise, or what I prefer to think of as transition. I loved seeing the mango trees in Hawaii. You walked the poetic tight rope between sadness & smiles; nice job.

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  14. Such a beautiful description of all a tree gives. Beautiful Grace.

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  15. I love the way you approached this and the different roles it still plays even in death.

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  16. Trees are always giving, even when it's just a beautiful photo. A lovely write :-)

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  17. This is one of my favourites of your poems, Grace. Very wonderful, especially the closing lines.

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  18. To be able to donate every part of you, and then live on. Can we wish for anything more? A thoughtful, lovely piece.

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  19. Giving is Living! Good poem! A little sad, time moves on...

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  20. Such a breath-taking poem.

    wow!!! You write with pure soul and heart! You have my respect. :)

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  21. Grace, I particularly love the reach of roots, a very insightful metaphor if you ask me.

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  22. Oh, I love the approach you took for this, and I love these lines:
    "Underneath parched lands or dusty streets
    A long shadow, healing & crowning a sky"

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  23. It's nice to read your beautiful poems again Grace. I missed you. This one is lovely. Trees keep giving us long after their deaths. I am so grateful to them.

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  24. to be a blessing to our children's children - that is a wonder indeed.

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  25. Oh, Grace- this seriously, hard core beautiful. That's all I can say.

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  26. this is beautiful. very interesting how you brought to life (in the shadows of its death) the tree.

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  27. so loved how you took this apart... great approach

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  28. This piece is very thought-provoking... the continuous sacrifice of the trees.. i like, 'blessing to our children's children'... beautiful!

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  29. Beautiful, and love the personification, a lovely take on trees. :)

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  30. Mango tree is a wonder to watch as it makes such a sweet fruit to cherish

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  31. This is so incredibly beautiful Grace!! I just love this poem so much! You are a brilliant poetess! :-)

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  32. This is just my favourite poem of the day so far: it's gorgeous - I love this sense of continuity, of circularity, of sacrifice and replenishment.

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  33. So descriptive of the lovely flowering tree....we all need to stop to thing about saving the trees NOW!

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  34. So refreshing, Grace. A pleasure to contemplate.

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  35. Wow I love that we both blogged about trees! We must be on the same wavelength :) this is incredibly beautiful. Trees make so many sacrifices for us don't they? If only we could show them the same love that they show us...

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  36. beautifully done grace - love the images

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  37. What a great take on the prompt. Love how you wove this together. What a gift!

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  38. lovely poem a tree with many gifts..

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  39. Yes, not only lovely but immensely useful. As is your poem, that reminds us.

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  40. Beautiful writing, Grace. This poem reminds me of The Giving Tree. A tree is a gift.

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  41. I believe we live in our words, and our words live well beyond us. We become perpetual such as trees.For our children's children and beyond. Thought provoking! Thanks for sharing this.

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  42. Organ donors! If only we were as giving as trees!

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