Monday, September 14, 2009

Pithy poem, pithy prose


ancient sycamore
by the dead stream, standing firm
through the dry season
This really is an ancient tree said to have been growing in Southern California before the Pilgrims landed on the other side of the Americas. It's oldest limbs are hard as stone and held up by man-made concrete blocks, but it still sprouts new limbs and tender leaves.
I love the rootedness of trees, the way they reach deep into the dark depths of earth and up into the brightness of the sky, the way they grow slow and sure and don't need to move to see the world change.
I leave you with this contemplative picture and musings. Short but pithy, I hope. Today and Tuesday are my two critique group meetings and I have writerly rooting and reaching to tend.

13 comments:

Tabitha Bird said...

all the best with that writerly reading and rooting :) I love trees too. and rocks. Rocks especially. They feel so solid and sure.... hmmm me thinks that would make a good post. I am off to write now ....

Karen Amanda Hooper said...

Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

storyqueen said...

Good luck on your "writerly rooting and reaching"! I love that phrase!

There is something magical/miraculous about some trees I think.

Have fun at your critique group. And no, I am not jealous. Really. Not at all.....I mean, just because my critique is made of teachers and we haven't met since school started back.......Not.jealous.

Really.

shelley

Natalie Bahm said...

This was a thought-provoking post.

I love roots. I think they are the unsung beauty of a tree. They're just as complex (if not more so) than the branches, but they're hidden underground where we can't appreciate their beauty.

Happy critique grouping!

PJ Hoover said...

What a way cool tree! I love that you posted a picture of it.

Yat-Yee said...

I too love writerly rooting and reaching.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Tabitha: Can't wait to see what you write about rocks...you've got a way with words ;)

Thanks, Amanda!

Shelley: I always feel magic in trees--and in critique groups. Hey, call your buddies back, get that group rolling again.

Natalie: I agree about the roots. It's part of the mystery of trees to me.

PJ: Yes, tree of great coolness. I love to visit it.

Yat-Yee: It's how it feels to me. Thanks!

Stephanie, PQW said...

Trees speak to me of life and that if well-lived, it continues. Maybe not through you but through what you leave behind.

ElanaJ said...

Very good poem. I love trees and nature and thinking about old things.

Suzanne said...

Lovely.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Stephanie: I like that concept of trees very much.
Elana: Yes, the age of trees resonates a lot for me.
Suzanne: Thank you.

Robyn Campbell said...

Tricia, I love that poem! Beautiful my friend. Tricia's a poet, and I hope she knows it. That's just something that popped out of my head. :)

Writerly rooting and reaching to tend? Oh man! You were in an insightful mood. WOOHOO. I love it. Hope your meetings went well. :)

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Robyn: Ah, shucks....thank you. The meetings were wonderful, as always.