she walks
a sway built
into her gait
she walks
moving like
she knows the way
she walks
I stand
and watch her passing
I stand
she walks
the day still
for a moment of time
hold fast
while
she walks
a-
way
© Frank Prem, 2017
October 2017 Poem #26: axeman: towards completion
Beautiful. As always. Thank you so much for your poetry, Frank!
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Thanks so much, Pina. I think I’ve been swept off my feet by this tree, in particular.
Glad you enjoy the poems.
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Only time I’ve ever liked swaying gum trees with when they are on the ground waiting to be cut up. Damn things are too unpredictable even when healthy.
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Definitely warrant respect. Widow-makers don’t give warnings, they say.
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Yep, got one at my parents place that keeps dropping limbs every few months but it cant be touched because the council have deemed it healthy and it’s one of five in the area that it heritage listed.
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And they live a looonng time.
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Koalas and possums love them too. But the cockys love the tree at mum and dads the most.
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Sounds like a good tree, actually (branches aside). I find the salmon gum in this poem a delight, but it dropped a branch a couple of weeks ago, too. Photos and admiration from a distance, is enough,
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Yeah they are much better at a distance 🙂
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I got as far as “she walks” and into my head popped “in beauty, like the night [etc]”. Funny how one’s mind just jumps in and takes over! In your poem, I like the sense of watching her walk.
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Happy to prompt a Byron moment, Kaz. I find this particular tree very fluid, very feminine. Maybe the way the branches rise, mimicking arms raised, a little. I suspect therapy might be required. Oh well.
Thank you Kaz.
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I chuckled at your therapy comment. 🙂
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