Rules

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Here is a thought provoking offering by Wayward Spirit.  Not being a poet myself, I asked her what her interpretation is, and so after the poem is her fascinating commentary.

Rules

I wish I knew
The presence of
The muse
Deeper than I feel
The firmness of
What rules

The Treehouse Book (and haiku)

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again–I adore treehouses.  I want one…period.  When Jesus promised “I go to prepare a place for you”, I’m hoping mine’s way, way up in the branches with the birds.  So when my daughter and family sent me a book of treehouses, it only reminds and rekindles a longtime love.

Now, having said that, I found a poem embedded in said gift.  But first, allow me to set the stage with a few quotes from, what else?  The Treehouse Book*:

“This writer’s place of work is deep in seclusion.  Imagine a trip by canoe as the first part of the journey, through the woods to a stream; find the z-shaped plank bridge, then across a small island, to another wider stream crossed by a narrow, curving, single-planked bridge, and into the woods again to find the treehouse…Stewart says that his treehouse is snug at zero degrees or even 10 below.  It is a marvel to be gently swayed by the north wind as it rushes through his supporting hemlocks.”

This is writer Stewart Tarry’s office, a far-cry from a city cubicle.

Sigh.

Here are five different haiku by Stewart Tarry–

sorry, no phone—

out here the chickadees sing

from thin branches

 

halfway up

four thick hemlocks—

moon in the windows

 

sunrise dances

across my ceiling—

beavers swimming home

 

new shadow

across the floor—

first quarter moon

 

quiet enough

to hear a cat’s tongue

behind the woodstove

As always, click HERE for my non-poetical disclaimer, and thanks for visiting!

*Quoted from The Treehouse Book by Peter and Judy Nelson with David Larkin, Universe Publishing and David Larkin ©2000 New York