Climbing Trees: A Poem
By Joe Suzz
Mom seeking quiet
Hurried me outside:
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Forgetting my shoes by the front closet,
Leaving my socks on the back porch
Through the screen door, then,
Running to the canopying maples
Just past the clustered pines,
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Mom had things to do, but she gravitated towards
The double paned glass.
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Star burning energy, glimpses of sensation:
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Climbing high enough to see Robin’s nest,
It’s fluttering wings, perched on the twisted twigs,
Feeding its young.
I perched myself a time or two. Watching my dog, Nicky, chasing squirrels
Along the fence. Sometimes, seeing my mom through the branches.
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In the crossing of brief moments,
Childhood eclipsed.
Childhood eclipsed – check out where we are with our eldest children. Drinking it all in! I especially appreciate your focus on tree climbing – that’s my big girl 100%.
really love this painting. a different palette for you, i think, really dynamic and static at the moment.
Poetry is beyond my touch but I really love how you use it to accompany your bright painting.