Tree of Souls

Tree of Souls

A Poem by Neville

Tree of Souls

 

 

While each


stout branch


of the tree of souls


casts


heavy shadows


all around


But oh’ so


very lightly …


Those self-same


swollen,


stricken limbs


dance blind ..


Clutching air


and raising


questions long


not asked …


But always asking


them politely


Who teaches


fledgling birds 


to sing


and why do


starlings murmur


Who turns


the stars on each


night ..


and why do lovers


rarely


want to sleep


Yet babies 


almost always


Choose to slumber …

© 2021 Neville


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The other day I was standing in a park next to a big maple tree overlooking the river and the breeze made the branches above my head started creaking and all of the sudden the cicadas started making their hiss calls and before you know it I was standing in a symphony of forest sounds as each tree chimed in their calls down the row and I thought to myself what were they saying to each other and now I know

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Neville

2 Years Ago


and there I was .. thinking you had forsaken me ..



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Lovely write Neville. Yes why is nature as it is!

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Neville

2 Years Ago


Who knows indeed .... Thank you Andrew sir ..
The other day I was standing in a park next to a big maple tree overlooking the river and the breeze made the branches above my head started creaking and all of the sudden the cicadas started making their hiss calls and before you know it I was standing in a symphony of forest sounds as each tree chimed in their calls down the row and I thought to myself what were they saying to each other and now I know

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

2 Years Ago


and there I was .. thinking you had forsaken me ..
Questions with answers that cannot, I think be verbalised. Inimitable, unique and splendid work my friend.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Neville

2 Years Ago


then I am more than doubly honoured Ken .. praise indeed and much appreciated sir ...
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life will keep bringing questions, and I don't think we will answer all of them, why? because simply if You know everything You will lose the anticipation and enthusiasm of "living" and I believe even when You find quenched answers You will search for another question to remain the fire on :)

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Neville

2 Years Ago


........ You got me smiling again .. and for that alone I thank you my friend ... Your visit.. read more
lightsong

2 Years Ago

Smile* Smile** Smile*** :)
Neville

2 Years Ago


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Interesting philosophical questions, Nev, to which I have no answers. I will say, though, concerning who teaches the baby birds to sing, the answer is not Sinatra, wherever he is. I have yet to hear a whippoorwill say, " Do be do be doo..."

Posted 2 Years Ago


I enjoy a noon
time Siesta every
now and then to
recharge the energies
who turns the stars
on at night..so many
good lines in this one
expressed so well
nice work here Neville

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Neville

2 Years Ago


Thank you kindly and true dear Fran .. a welcome and much appreciated visit .. Neville :)
  Fran Marie

2 Years Ago

you're so
very welcome;
Neville

2 Years Ago


............................. bless you Fran
Good to slumber Neville. With age. We are always running. Relax time and slumber could make us more happy and content. Thank you my friend for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

2 Years Ago


sage words indeed and ones that I shall try to take on board :)

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