I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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29 September 2011

Building

I am building my life stone by stone.
It was always so. I didn’t know it.

Each decision puts in place
a foundation for the next.

Gradually, one by one,
they all fit together.

I am building my life stick by stick.
It’s natural. I only just noticed.

Every new direction creates
forks in branches, fresh twigs.

It becomes a structure,
lacey and intricate, with leaves.

I am building my life word by word.
Shining like diamonds, they are nails.

The nails of my words
hold everything together.

They can fasten stick to stone
or stick to stick. Even stone to stone.

I have built a house.
I have grown a tree.

I have made the house secure.
I have used the wood; it will last.

It’s a good, safe house. I like it.
But mostly I am out, climbing the tree.

30 Poems in 30 days: 28, building something


Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #76 and for dVerse Open Link Night Week 19
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9 comments:

  1. Jannie Funster30 September 2011 at 05:34

    HEY!! I'm a tree-climber too.

    Your nest sounds gorgeous, strong and inviting, like your soul!

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  2. Kevin Routh30 September 2011 at 06:06

    Beautiful imagery!

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade30 September 2011 at 07:21

    Aww, thanks Jannie. And thank you too, krouth.

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  4. Judy Roney24 November 2011 at 06:36

    This is an amaing poem and an interesting take on how you were built.

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  5. Claudia24 November 2011 at 06:45

    oh i love climbing trees...spent half my childhood on trees...smiles... i like your poem rosemary..the building..step by step...piece by piece..and somehow yes..it all fits together

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  6. Sheila24 November 2011 at 12:43

    very quaint - I used to love climbing trees also. we should be out living the adventure :)

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  7. Brian Miller24 November 2011 at 13:17

    ha...yeah i dont tend to stay inside if i dont need to...cool that it is your words that hold everything together...cool write...

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  8. M. A. S.25 November 2011 at 03:42

    I like this line best

    Shining like diamonds, they are nails.


    Well-crafted, uplifting read.

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade25 November 2011 at 06:48

    Thank you, people, for the kind comments. :)

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