Tag: tree

Moss – the Planet on the Tree

You see that tree you drive past every day?

Park on the side of the road. Climb out of your car and your comfort. Walk and use your legs man! Were you given legs to work the gas and clutch? No, you were not.

Fill your lungs with air and walk. Go walk right up to that tree. What do you see?

Plain old bark? Oh wait, there is something more… There is green stuff, oh yes – “dis mos mos.” Moss is hugging the tree. Moss is covering the bark like a lover’s kiss covers your soul with warmth.

I’m glad you opened your eyes. I’m glad you stretched your legs and walked. There is an entire planed on the bark of that one tree! How could you have missed that? Well it’s easy really, to miss the planet on the tree. All you have to do to miss it; is to stay in your car.

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Walk.

Thabazimbi Sunset

I was on a friend’s farm near Thabazimbi in the Limpopo province, when I took this picture of the sun nestling in the fork of the branches of this majestic tree. The sky was painted with beautiful crystal blues and warm oranges and reds. The scene was powerfully calm and serene.

 

I wrote this poem in 2010. It is a sombre poem and has a figurative meaning that can apply to many things such as relationships, personal goals, morals etcetera.

The important thing is to compose yourself, and to find the resolution and determination to shake that cold from your shoulders.

 

Sunset

 

It’s hard to shake this cold

From weary, broken shoulders

The crystals of frost bite

Deeply without relent

Leaving their bloody mark

This ship is moving into the dark

 

The sky is painted by the sun

As it nears the golden rim

Of the earth’s cold crust

The air is arid, filled with dust

The relief will come with black

Stars settling into the cracks

 

It’s hard to shake this weariness

From cold, broken shoulders

Don’t go into the setting sun

Alas, beseeching falls from the cliff

This ship is lost without its compass

Lost without its beacon : stars

 

The dead of night is calm –

Owls fill the deadly sky

Sure to feast on this heart’s

Aimless wandering rats

They’re stricken with panic

Dealing with this fear, titanic

 

It’s hard to shake this cold

From weary, broken shoulders

Barring logic’s flow with boulders

Embers of the heart, smoulders

It’s hard to shake this cold

It’s hard to shake this cold

 

Written 2010 – Francois Hermanus Steyn