Poetree

I love this depiction of poetree, don't you? After all, poems are living things that grow from our roots, flow into beautiful branches. sprout a few leaves, and bloom forever. Are you one of the poetry-loving people in the world? I am. I like to read it, and I like to write it.

Three of my favorite poems are excerpted below, the first by Robert Frost and the other two by Emily Dickinson and ee cummings.

Frost's is the poem I admire most of all,

with Dickinson's little gem being a close second,

and Cummings' genius taking up the rear of an elite group.

(My own writing style has been heavily influenced 

by all three, and I'm sure I am not alone in that.)

I suppose I ought to close by sharing the best poem I've ever written, but favoring my individual children or poems isn't my style. Instead, I will offer you two of the most popular pages at my poetry site and invite you to visit and read a few more. Maybe you can even pick a favorite of your own...

The Promise

©1999 Susan Noyes Anderson

The sun will rise each day, and night will fall.

  We here can only wait, and watch, and see.

It is not ours to tamper with the flow

  Of nature, nor mistrust her majesty.

  'Twas other hands, not ours, whose heavenly light

Kindled eternal splendor in the skies;

Another whispers peace unto our minds

  When darkness looms before our faltering eyes.

And listening, we somehow come to know

  That in the midst of darkness, even then,

He sends the moon and stars to light our way,

  And promises the sun will rise again.

"Thy sun shall no more go down; 

neither shall thy moon withdraw itself:  

for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, 

and the days of thy mourning shall be ended." 

Isaiah 60:20

Union: The Nature

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

our roots run

together

trunk to trunk

we rise up

bark on bark

we grow

leave knots

love knots

forget-me-knots

knotholes and

arching separations

always winding back

together

bowing

to and fro

as branch in

branch we dance

and struggle

hang low then

stretch high

boughs yearning

reaching turning

tasting bits of

one (the very same)

bright azure sky

∞§∞

I opened my poetry site in 2008, but it has undergone a couple of renovations (and added about 275 poems) since then. My original purpose was the same as it is today, to take my poems out of the desk drawer and put them someplace where they could see the light of day. Non-commercial use of my poetry is free of charge, but I do like to be notified first. Also, the copyright information must be included exactly as given on the site. Cheers!

Water is life, and my friend Caroline at Salsa Pie has some great ideas today for making sure every human being has an equal chance of enjoying it.

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