Illustrated Poetry
My friend the poet wrote a piece especially for me. She knows my love of trees, and she spoke for me in a way I could not.
I was deeply touched.
It also lended itself to a visual piece of art, so I played with a little accordion book.
Here is the poem.
Aboretum
I have forgotten to notice
how the trees love me.
They hung fruit low, within reach,
dropped cherries in my basket
and nuts in my lap.
They dripped syrup in my bucket
after I wounded them.
And when I was tired
from taking it all
they shaded my nap and
showered me with blossoms.
Yesterday I was not grateful
for their sacrifice of wood,
bark, roots, leaves and amber;
for providing me with platforms and
ladders and barriers and shelter and
altars and weapons.
Today I must remember
they embrace the earth
and cleanse the air.
They subdue the elements
and paint the hills for me
then beckon me outside,
lead me to clear water
and hang off the cliff to catch me.
Tomorrow I will sing for them
a predawn lullaby, and dance
with the firs on the mountain.
I will witness and humble myself
before our world’s great lungs,
and stand in the desert
with the boojum tree
pointing to the sky.
Sybilla
Beautiful, Staci! A true work of art by two artists 🙂
Catherine said this on October 6, 2012 at 4:00 pm |
Why, thank you! It was fun!
collidescopes said this on October 6, 2012 at 4:02 pm |
Staci’s vision of my words elevates and expands them beyond the mere thought : “artistic collaboration”. She truly “sees” what I hear. There could be no greater gift for a poet.
Sybilla
Leslie Alexander said this on October 6, 2012 at 5:07 pm |
As the words were a great gift to me! We are in mutual awe of each other. Not a bad place to be!
collidescopes said this on October 6, 2012 at 5:10 pm |