The last of the acorns

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The last of acorns from my stately oak
now rests; a poem in my open palm
and echoes stories that the summer spoke,
it tells of rainbows, storms and evening calm,
it speaks of winds and how the stately oak
once let it leaves with wind sing psalms
of rain and water’s waltz and how it stroked
it’s acorns with its mother’s love, gave alms
of sap and how it stirred a sapling’s hope
inside each nut to grow with every dawn,
with every spring into yet a stately oak.

Oak tree in the snow by Caspar David Friedrich

Gillena presents her form “the fold” at toads. I hope I managed to fulfill all the constraints. I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
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February 24, 2018

34 responses to “The last of the acorns”

  1. This is stunning … the kind of layered – and hypnotic – piece that begs to be read aloud. The rhyme/cadence is sublime … the eloquence of the extended metaphor … the images … the wordplay … all come together in this dazzling poetic work. A joy to read!

  2. a rainbow in the reading – this is, as already noted, hypnotic – and so reaching – deeply rooted and yet so lavishly layered – stunning! I could sit with this for a few hours – I just might, to pass a pleasant evening in reflection! (well done on the form Bjorn – wow!)

  3. Just beautiful, Bjorn. There is so much history in an acorn. And, as Wendy mentioned, wonderful layering in this poem. Amazing, isn’t it, what can grow from an acorn? A tree…or even a poem!

  4. Wow! This is awesome a whole new way of looking at an acorn. A poem in one’s palm. Luv that image.
    Thanks for participating Björn

    Much💖love

  6. A beautiful metaphor poem, Bjorn, straight from the branches of an oak tree, in your open palm – a nice play on the word ‘palm’! I love the echo of stories that the summer spoke, particularly the lines:
    ‘it speaks of winds and how the stately oak
    once let it leaves with wind sing psalms
    of rain and water’s waltz and how it stroked
    it’s acorns with its mother’s love…’

  10. I love the stories told by this stately oak, how she cares for her acorns and gives hope to saplings. I actually like this form….. it has a way of drawing out the meaning of each line.

  12. I love the image of the Mother Oak stroking her acorns, her offspring, until they become oaks in their own right. This is a wonder-filled poem!

  23. This is a sweet poem, Bjorn. Loved the metaphor and the same time, I can sense hope, love and care. I adore the words – walter’s waltz, psalms of rain.

  25. I love this. I once visited a plantation called Oak Alley in Louisiana. An alley of magnificent and ancient moss-draped oaks formed an alley from the plantation house to the bayou where guests would arrive. It was magical, and I so wanted those old oaks to be able to tell their story!

  28. If only we would look at all living things with such love and admiration as you have done here Bjorn, What a beautiful read this was.

  32. I was mesmerized reading this. It is so soothing, beautiful and full of hope. Your words are so tender and perfectly chosen. Excellent writing!

  33. Loved every bit of this … acorns hold a special place in my heart – my youngest son (10) still pockets them, brings them home, his treasure – therefore mine as well. I’ve written a few poems about acorns but none as lovely as this one.

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