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Author Name: Freestormwolf 12 Comments
Date Added: May 08, 2009 16:05:58 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Sharing High Branches
 

I know 'The Perch' so well;

That rooftop of trees where image and relevance

become distorted but euphoria compensates.

Discovered as a young girl,

 never letting the dearth of branches stop my climb,

I refused to be intimidated by the potential fall to earth.

 

Just as now…..

 

Just kept climbing those branches, escaping green security.

I felt them inside my skin as kin

And my feet were guided as my arms were strengthened.

Urged upward by intuition

I thirsted for higher perspective.

 

Just as now….

 

And the leaves were safe, supporting…

The emergence on the rooftop of creation

exquisite thrill as I viewed the world anew.

I saw all the way to the Culbin Sands….

And my house became a toy and distant in more ways than height.

And reality decided by the angle of vision

 

 

Rarefied vista shared with birds and  thundering heart;

Alive in body born to travel more on the inner planes

than the outer ..

(and all this my school!)

Those forays into madness of risk taking

and trust in nature, allowed the renegade soul in me

to be opened to communion.

 

Just as now...

 

And at some point in it all
I looked south

and swear I saw you there

distantly...

In your tree

Doing just the same.

 

Just

as

now.

Author's Notes:

To all tree climbers in spirit
 and one in particular.
;-)

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Comments:
Comment By: FreesHeRi on September 22, 2009 09:18:16 AM Report
Great Job on this piece. I remember hiding in a tree as a child, trying to escape the surrealism of life, yet searching for something else. A sense of freedom and success when you are up high and safe from all the others that bring you down. Thanks for the journey.
Comment By: FreeM J W Hayes on August 25, 2009 03:24:05 PM Report
I thought this really well wrought and surprised at the low numbers of reads!? I found this subtly done and refrained simply 'Just as now' worked well. Impressed.

Fellow climber, Michael

Comment By: FreeM J W Hayes on August 25, 2009 03:24:00 PM Report
I thought this really well wrought and surprised at the low numbers of reads!? I found this subtly done and refrained simply 'Just as now' worked well. Impressed.

Fellow climber, Michael

Comment By: Freeklhayre kenneth on June 22, 2009 02:09:14 AM Report
This is so refreshing... I am always scared of climbing trees but you made it sound so pretty.. Now, am planning to climbing one with pen and paper to keep me company... It must be great!! Loving this one... Thanks!

Klhayre

Comment By: FreeGoliath Assassin on May 25, 2009 09:44:16 PM Report

"And my house became a toy and distant in more ways than height.



And reality decided by the angle of vision 




Rarefied vista shared with birds and  thundering heart;



Alive in body born to travel more on the inner planes



than the outer .."


 

Wow, Ali!  Those were my absolute favorite lines in this poem!  I never was a tree climber in my youth, but you make it seem like I really missed out!  None of the trees I had access to growing up would have been this much fun anyway... I'm an urban/sub-urban kind of folk.  I will say however that you've made tree climbing sound like such a different kind of adventure than physically climbing a tree.

Comment By: PremiumLinda Jo on May 9, 2009 12:04:18 PM Report
your poem is beautiful perfection..inspiring memories of our youth but most of all reminding us to keep climbing and overcoming mountain-like obstacles...its the spirit that sings and cheers us on!

I smile when i think of my tree-climbing days...not that high...but perched on a low-lying branch i pounded bottle caps loosely to become my control panel for flight...i always love your creative and elevated thoughts. keep us inspired, sheedreams

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on May 8, 2009 10:38:39 PM Report
Oh, what a thrill that was! Swaying in the tree top, far above the sights and sounds of all things mortal, we were the rulers of the world, quite capable of reaching out and hugging a cloud, or even flying, if we wanted to. And lucky us! We grew up to be huggers of clouds and we fly when we want to. Thanks for the memories, Ali. Good work. ML
Comment By: FreeWide Awake on May 8, 2009 06:20:58 PM Report
Charming write Alison :o)

Nice mix of literal? and metaphorical...

Hugs,
Pamela

Comment By: FreeMoonStar on May 8, 2009 05:37:01 PM Report
What a joy this was Ali! I too, as a young girl, always climbed trees. The higher the better! I would sit at the top and just stay there making believe I was all alone in the world and that I could just hold out my arms and fly with the wind..

 

What a great memory you brought back with your piece.. Loved it!

 

 

Hugs;

Moonie

 

Comment By: FreeAmy on May 8, 2009 05:06:03 PM Report
I don't know how much of a tree climber I am metaphorically but boy oh boy did I climb trees in my youth. This was beautifully written. Even the 'about' brought back memories for me...made me think of my best climbing buddy and where he would be now. I know you don't usually enter poems for a Feature but you should enter this one.

~Amy

 

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on May 8, 2009 04:23:44 PM Report
Like the metaphor here.  Good poetry.

 

 

Comment By: FreeStar on May 8, 2009 04:22:59 PM Report
Wow...this brought back some lovely memories for me Ali...I, too was a climber. I remember going as high as I dared, and stretching out on a limb and, in my mind, like a giant cat, watching all going on below me without a sound.  After trees, I climbed mountains...speak about majesty....Thanks for bringing those memories back to my mind...Loved your closing stanza..

Stari*





 


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