Poet Tree Poem by Paul Butters
Poet Tree
I have a picture of a tree
(In my minds eye)
But it’s not the vision
That you will see!
For you see a conifer
But I see a palm
And mine’s in a jungle,
Yet yours is near a farm.
Our worlds, mounts and rivers
They all differ too.
Different views
On what is true.
Every poet has his (or her) own tree
But you the reader
Let your mind run free
Like wind
Through the Poet Tree.
That’s Poetry!
(W) and © 9.00, Fri.9\5\2008.
Fun for me to read and probably fun to write. If you're up to another poem on blackberries, take a look at Mary Oliver's August.
So true. We are so different and yet so similar. I love the way the way express a giant truth.
Our worlds, mounts and rivers They all differ too. Different views On what is true... With these descripitons you are bringing a great philosophy of how everyone sees the truth differently. liked ur poem ver4y much. thank you dear poet. tony
Thanks Tony. Yes, in narrative everything is described precisely, but in poetry we evoke different things in different individuals.
Somehow there is sense in this one. My tree is none of those places. Read mine - Trees - and you will see why. Adeline
MMM Your poem sadly reminds us how trees WERE back in the good old past before civilisation cleared so many away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A good way of showing that everyone has a different view of things.