my tree

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
There's a little tree outside my dorm room window. It's not very little when you're on the ground looking up at it, but it appears little from our window, because it's not as tall as the third floor. It seems to look up at me whenever I look out the window. I look out and there is my tree, reaching up for me. I think it's a cute tree. Very perfect.

Its branches outstretch evenly, in all directions. It tries to embrace the world, just like me... but with a subtle hesitance. There's some fear in its branches, it shies away from the sky a bit, sort of like how I shy away from the world and its grand scale.

It really sounds ridiculous that I assign a TREE emotions doesn't it?? But I sense what I sense. Now obviously I know that this tree is not human -- I mean I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy. However, I believe that nature can hold emotion nonetheless. It may not produce emotion itself (or maybe it does -- read Ishmael), but it can cause emotion, most definitely.

I know this because when I look at a tree, or a cloud, or some marching ants, or anything natural to this world, something about these things sparks feeling within myself.

If someone else looked at "my tree", they might get something else from it, or maybe nothing at all.

But it's my tree. In my eyes, it's my tree. My favorite cute little tree -- that if it were a feeling creature, could relate to me. And I could relate to it.

And together we could learn to embrace the world without being so afraid.

--Jessica Leigh Fitzsimons [excerpt from my journal, Intermediate Jessica]
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    do you know what kind of tree it is?
    i'm partial to a Sycamore, myself
    aka... button wood

    there's one in my imagination
    that lives outside my childhood home, also of my imagination
    i used to climb down, from through my imaginary second story window to escape the not-so-imaginary boogeyman that plagued my very real child's life

    it came to serve me in a poem i wrote two or so years ago... i've lost the poem, but the picture of it remains steadfast in my head... that tree loved me... it "watched" me grow
    it couldn't cry when I did
    but it saved me


    so... i "get" what you're talking about... it's really an easy thing to commune with nature... it's just so gosh-darned innocent, yeah?


    :D
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    ahhhh i liked your little description there... and yes, very innocent...

    nothing makes me sigh like nature...

    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • RogueulaRogueula Posts: 7
    i have a tree.


    who would like to see it?
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Rogueula
    i have a tree.


    who would like to see it?

    haha ummm... okay?? :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • RogueulaRogueula Posts: 7
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    haha ummm... okay?? :D


    this board has a no pornography rule, sorry.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ha... well, yeah... as long as this tree's not the kind that grows so fast it'll poke your eye out... dissapearing soon there after... yeah... i'll check it out :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ooops, too slow as usual
    yeah, thanks anyway Rogue

    <rolls eyes>


    :D
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    hey!! this was supposed to be a sweet, sentimental thread damn yous!! :D hee hee
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • On a completely non-penis-related note, I also had a tree when I was in college. I lived on the third floor of the dorm, and I loved "my tree," and everyone knew it was my tree and asked for updates every now and again. ::twilight zone music plays::

    :)
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    One that had a chance to win
    I wish I was a Republican
    But would I be a human being?
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by tracingdaisies
    On a completely non-penis-related note, I also had a tree when I was in college. I lived on the third floor of the dorm, and I loved "my tree," and everyone knew it was my tree and asked for updates every now and again. ::twilight zone music plays::

    :)


    ahehehehe!! that is too cool!! :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ok, so... am I the ONLY one dying to put up a favorite line from the infamous "In My Tree"?



    "hey yee oh way oh la da dee doh eyes my tree fall... hey yeeee oh la da dee my eyes my tree fall"


    ~i have NO idea what they're saying there... anyone know?~
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    tsis says it's this, but I ain't buying it

    "eddie's found a home
    oh at last the trees fall
    eddie's blue sky home
    oh at last the trees fall"


    this song ain't about Ed... he'd never sing that shit...
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    I liked the poem/ story Jessie....although I've never gotten those kind of emotions from a tree...but I've gotten them from the ocean.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • :) I like this, Jessie.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    nailz, getting those types of emotions from ANYTHING in nature, it's all the same effect on your soul!! it's a great thing to experience, and I'm glad you've found a connection with the ocean. :)

    Finsbury, your compliments are always appreciated. :)

    And PastaNazi... I have NO clue what is said there... haha... :) and yeah, that other thing, I'm not sure I buy that either...
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • While Hope, reclining upon Pleasure's urn,
    Binds her wild wreaths, and whispers his return.
    Once, Man entirely free, alone and wild,
    Was blest as free--for he was Nature's child.
    He, all superior but his God disdained,
    Walked none restraining, and by none restrained
    Confessed no law but what his reason taught,
    Did all he wished, and wished but what he ought.
    As man in his primeval dower arrayed
    The image of his glorious Sire displayed, 440
    Even so, by faithful Nature guarded, here
    The traces of primeval Man appear;
    The simple dignity no forms debase;
    The eye sublime, and surly lion-grace:
    The slave of none, of beasts alone the lord,
    His book he prizes, nor neglects his sword;
    Well taught by that to feel his rights, prepared
    With this "the blessings he enjoys to guard."
    And, as his native hills encircle ground
    For many a marvellous victory renowned, 450
    The work of Freedom daring to oppose,
    With few in arms, innumerable foes,
    drowning....drowning....down...down...down
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Very cool...
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    ditchdolly, thanks for posting some wordsworth!! rock on. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • yehh!
    s'wat i like
    drowning....drowning....down...down...down
  • Originally posted by of_the_girl
    There's a little tree outside my dorm room window. It's not very little when you're on the ground looking up at it, but it appears little from our window, because it's not as tall as the third floor. It seems to look up at me whenever I look out the window. I look out and there is my tree, reaching up for me. I think it's a cute tree. Very perfect.

    Its branches outstretch evenly, in all directions. It tries to embrace the world, just like me... but with a subtle hesitance. There's some fear in its branches, it shies away from the sky a bit, sort of like how I shy away from the world and its grand scale.

    It really sounds ridiculous that I assign a TREE emotions doesn't it?? But I sense what I sense. Now obviously I know that this tree is not human -- I mean I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy. However, I believe that nature can hold emotion nonetheless. It may not produce emotion itself (or maybe it does -- read Ishmael), but it can cause emotion, most definitely.

    I know this because when I look at a tree, or a cloud, or some marching ants, or anything natural to this world, something about these things sparks feeling within myself.

    If someone else looked at "my tree", they might get something else from it, or maybe nothing at all.

    But it's my tree. In my eyes, it's my tree. My favorite cute little tree -- that if it were a feeling creature, could relate to me. And I could relate to it.

    And together we could learn to embrace the world without being so afraid.

    --Jessica Leigh Fitzsimons [excerpt from my journal, Intermediate Jessica]
    know exactly how you're feelin'
    Come on pilgrim you know he loves you..

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  • bump to read later
    :( too busy
    Rarghstarfarian.
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