i heard him say the words
but i didn't seem to digest them
She's had a good long life
he said...
i knew that too
but it didn't seem to help
now that the time for ~Goodbyes~ was here
Because she had always been there
for my vulnerable times
for my saddnesses
and happier times too
Always ~there~
so elegant in her tallness
and never gangling
she had a certain kind of
~Grace~
And i remembered her
when her limbs were full
and healthy
and how the slightest breeze
would gently toss her softness
and her grace would touch my very ~spirit~
like softly falling wedding confetti
It's time, he said again...
and i remembered the tears
that we had shared together
i would remember her
for these small kindness-ess
instead of the guilt i was fighting now
for she had been been able to take
the darkness from my soul
Deep down i knew this was ~Truth~
and so did this gentleman sent to this task
of letting her go...
So now there will be an empty place
where my heart used to be
But this is as it should be
gently whispered the little birds
for this is ~Love~
Goodbye dear friend
...my old ~Poplar tree~







Tree Legends:
http://www.angelfire.com/journal2/flowers/pcd41.html
Populus spp.
The Poplar is referred to as the talking, whispering and quivering tree. It is said to have the ability to endure and conquer. Heracles wore a crown of poplar leaves when he retrieved Cerberus from Hades. The upper surface of the leaves was thus darkened from Hades' smokey fumes. The Anglo-Saxon rune poem refer to the Poplars being associated with the rune berkano.
Poplar was considered an antidote to a serpent's bite. It was dedicated to Alcides Hercules as a god of healing powers. Zeus killed Phaƫthon with a thunderbolt because he was unable to control the sun chariot he had stolen from his father Helios. The Heliads, his grieving sisters, were metamorphosed into weeping poplar trees whose tears turned to amber as they fell into a stream.
The nymph Leuce was metamorphosed into a white poplar by Persephone to save her from being raped by Hades. According to another myth, Hades planted an aspen tree in the Elysian Fields to honor his mistress, the nymph Leuce. White poplar was associated with Leuce, leprosy. A leper colony in ancient Greece was under the protection of Zeus of the White Poplar. Lepreans worshipped the white poplar. The moon goddess of the white poplar cured skin disease.
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11 comments:
Nolly, that was incredibly beautiful! I was crying as I read it! And I have to admit - I thought that it was a memorial to a grandparent. I was - I don't know - surprised (?) to discover who had merited your loving words.
xoxoxo
Thanks for all the well wishes you left on my blog. I really appreciate them.
Wow that is some tree. I too was fooled by the poem and thought you lost a 'human' friend.
I too have had many tree "friends" in my life so I feel your pain. Trees can be very comforting in times that try the soul. I'm so sorry you had to lose this beauty but on the bright side look at all the other pretty ones you have. I always feel bad for people who live in those brand new subdivisions where there are no trees. How much they miss... I love your poem and am going to print it out to read for comfort at this time in my life when my mom's health is so, so fragile. Thank You for sharing your words...
I am a tree-hugger. I hear them speak to me when I walk by. I have so enjoyed your writing, Nolly. This tribute to your poplar tree is indeed a work of art. Thank you for reading my blog, too. <3
Tis' good to have you on board!!
Hugzzz,
Lille Diane
Funny the things in our lives that we attach feelings to. I had a tree that I felt that way about, she was a weeping willow. This is beautiful!
Such a beautiful elegy. It is so hard to say goodbye to these dear old friends.
That was a beautiful tribute to an old friend. As a child I spent countless hours seeking solitude in the branches of the giant oak in the backyard or the huge magnolia by the side porch. We weren't supposed to climb the magnolia but it never seemed to mind. When we sold the house, the new owners cut it down so they could "open up" the yard. I cried when I saw what had been done but was told I couldn't have gone back there anyway -- it didn't belong to us. Logic was small comfort for this kid.
awww, so sad. I had a huge pine tree in the front that got very sick. Sad, sad day for me. It looks so forlorn and bare in that space now. I feel for you hun
It's amazing how we can aLL relate to trEEs X:-)
Anyone who knows me - knows that I count many trees among my best friends. When I drive past, I open the window and speak to them.
I write this through my tears of sadness - my sense of loss for your loss - you have written my favorite poem of yours to date. It is just so beautiful. Thank you for this.
Many blessings...
WOW -- those are some powerful photos. So glad that you documented it all. A wonderful honoring for such a grand and noble tree.
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