A Poem Found Beneath a Tree

I like to think of it as
A king in a bed who
Never wakes up. A kiss
Good-night and then that is
All… slipping away in

The dead of night. A
King, once. Or

The lone splash of lines falling
Into cold mountain water that
Came from a frozen pond by
A mill that ground stone from

An old mine with loose, lean
Floor boards. So much

Time and memories of trains
On tracks that creep across
Mountain-sides that we cannot
Take anymore. Just the sound

Of birds in bushes and the
Soft rustling off of little pale
Forms that whisper of

Time in bottles that we float
Silently downstream.

16 thoughts on “A Poem Found Beneath a Tree

  1. Nebraska J. November 6, 2016 / 4:42 pm

    What excellent line breaks. I very much like your poetry.

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) November 6, 2016 / 5:13 pm

    I really like the images you draw, that really sings of the west. The abandoned mine, the mountain and its streams… a poem in a poem almost.

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  3. Sumana Roy November 6, 2016 / 5:36 pm

    “….whisper of

    Time in bottles that we float
    Silently downstream.”……most beautiful….

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  4. Kerry O'Connor November 6, 2016 / 5:57 pm

    Such fine work. Your phrasing is admirable, and the way the whole image unfolds as one reads down the page is brilliant.

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  5. Truedessa November 6, 2016 / 6:06 pm

    A poem found beneath a tree, this is very lovely, I found myself thinking of the underground streams that supply water and nutrients in the journey of fulfillment.

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  6. julian November 6, 2016 / 7:25 pm

    I like the immaginative imagery captured in your poem.

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  7. Sherry Blue sky November 6, 2016 / 8:27 pm

    I enjoyed the dreamy reflective voice in this poem. I drifted a bit downstream through your lines.

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  8. divalounger November 6, 2016 / 9:56 pm

    This is just stunning–beautiful writing!

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  9. bkmackenzie November 6, 2016 / 11:07 pm

    The train on tracks … that we can not take anymore. My favorite …bkm

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  10. Mary November 7, 2016 / 12:29 am

    I enjoyed the way this poem ‘flows.’

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  11. thotpurge November 7, 2016 / 2:09 am

    Time in bottles that we float
    Silently downstream.
    …fabulous images woven together with elegance.

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  12. Wendy Bourke November 7, 2016 / 2:14 am

    Timeless images cascading towards an eloquent, evocative – BEAUTIFUL – ending. Wonderful writing!

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  13. oldegg November 7, 2016 / 5:26 am

    How easy it was for the reader to put himself into the poem and experience it all in his mind. I really enjoyed it.

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  14. Rosemary Nissen-Wade November 9, 2016 / 11:11 am

    Such a lovely fantasy!

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