I'm joining Beverly A Baird & Linda Schueler in another year long poetry practice. On the first Friday of each month we, and anyone else who joins, writes a poem and shares it.
This year, Bev and Linda have organized themes for each month. This month's theme is love and friendship.
I've spent the last month pondering what love and friendship mean to me. Eventually I started All About Love by Belle Hooks. I've lost track of how many times I've read this book, but each time I take something profound from it.
Early in January, Ailsa, one of my closest friends, died after a long illness. Decades ago she introduced me to The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben. When I read Suzanne Simard's Finding the Mother Tree, she was unable to read it with me. This poem is for her.
I suspect this is really two poems, or maybe it's the start of a small series.
Ecology
forest flora
are connected through
an underground network
of minuscule filaments
uniting all species
into in a community
into in a community
warning of danger,
nurturing as needed,
nurturing as needed,
embracing one another
in fragile arms
of belonging
lately i’ve been thinking
that we too
are connected
in a similar way,
through invisible
in fragile arms
of belonging
lately i’ve been thinking
that we too
are connected
in a similar way,
through invisible
filaments of love
a love stretching
across space and time
nurturing us in a collective
a love stretching
across space and time
nurturing us in a collective
of hearts, minds, and souls,
rejoicing that
each one of us exists
to shine our unique light
into the darkness
and maybe,
when people
march in streets,
blow whistles of warning,
bring food and medicine
each one of us exists
to shine our unique light
into the darkness
and maybe,
when people
march in streets,
blow whistles of warning,
bring food and medicine
to those trapped in houses,
maybe, we are seeing
maybe, we are seeing
how we become
the instruments
of this invisible network
today
i’m wondering
if perhaps trees grieve
when one of them falls
just like i do
now that you are gone
the instruments
of this invisible network
today
i’m wondering
if perhaps trees grieve
when one of them falls
just like i do
now that you are gone
What a beautiful poem! I love your comparison to forest flora. And I am sorry for your loss. The last stanza is particularly touching. I have read "The Hidden Life of Trees" and am determined to read "Finding the Mother Tree" this year. I'll check out "All About Love".
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