The theme today is Trees. I have quite a few poems written in my poetic life, that are about, or at least mention, trees. And of course anyone who cares about our planet, probably has more than a bit to say/write about trees.
Can you see this plucky pine tree? A seed must have blown over from one of the much bigger pine trees, over to the west of where this potted fern is growing, on our front veranda, and up has come a pine tree! How awesome is Nature? Very awesome, I say! I just love trees, the lungs of the world, feeding spots for some creatures, and shade for all!
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Creative writers can approach subjects in a variety of ways, telling truth through allegory, telling lies that have the feel of the truest of truth ever. Being a poet means you can cut to the chase, leave out anything and everything not needed.
And you can say things from the sides of what they are, or underneath, or from up above them, looking down, and if you can write it in a way that brings more to what you’re saying, than just what the words are, bring a sense of importance, specialness, understanding, then hey, that’s poetry.
And if you show the lives of people who you don’t know, but feel you may have seen them once, and wanted to meet them, because you could see something special in them, a deeper understanding on why stuff happens, the way it does, then that’s poetry too.
Birds that show solidarity, and meaning to life, and can bring poetry. A mountain that tests a person in ways you never thought possible, poetry again. Or the funniest of sad stories or most tragic joke, poetry.
I can honestly say I’ve barely ever met a tree I didn’t like, they are open, sheltering, forgiving, and some of them, meany of them in fact, bring food to life, for us, and many other creatures, to enjoy.
In the pic above are two cracked open almonds. Someone/something gained good things from our almond trees this recent almond season, but it wasn’t the humans living here, it was the cockatoos … Oh well, there’d have to be some poems in that little drama – I like to eat almonds, but I love having native birds around my place. Sharing is caring, they say, whoever ‘they’ are … Lots of ideas and emotions in this one!
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Go beyond, don’t settle for near enough, try for the best you’ve ever done, and if you don’t get there, write about the humanity of your attempt, and the attempts of your humanity.
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 