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A Memory for an Old Friend by `darkcrescendo:icondarkcrescendo:



I knew an old man - a hunched eucalypt,
back bent away from grass-tearing storms
that my mother hid from in her youth.

He was private, would not speak of the past
sunk into wrinkled bark and knotted knees,
the arthritis of ages holding him still.

Nor did he raise voice, his benevolent limbs
were shelter from the crack of an open palm
and the cacophony of a kitchen in ruins.

He was the quiet times, the calm hours,
the sun-watched sleep when dusk was just an idea
and the air carried no bite nor chill.

I grew, forgetful, until a rambling sunday reacquainted us
and I remembered him - the kindly old eucalypt,
back bent to break the winds that threatened
the peace of a small child.
©2007-2009 `darkcrescendo
:icondarkcrescendo:

Author's Comments

"On a small hillside on a rural property in NSW, there is a battered old tree." - This is a true statement.

To describe it thus, in cold and clinical fashion, does the tree an injustice. Nor would a picture tell its story.

Still, with words, one can make the attempt.

Benedictions.

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:iconmoyan:
your absence from dA actually makes me grow fonder of your poems.

uh...i am not encouraging you to be absent though.

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~silent studio~
~secret study~
:iconirishhellgirl:
That really is rather amazing.

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Castro is alive? O.o
:iconzeratul547:
Your images are moving and your diction and syntax amazing as always. I really liked this one.
:iconelusivesin:
You truly are an inspiration to me, this was brilliantly crafted as so many of your other writes are. Just a wonderful piece of work from start to finish.

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Man your battlestations, we'll have you dead pretty soon.
:iconinfrunitas:
"Attempt" surpasses the image you just so eloquently bore into my mind.

--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
:iconifrozenspiriti:
nice to see you back 'round these here parts

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'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
:iconfelixt:
Delightful words.
:icondarkcrescendo:
Alas, life itself keeps my internet appearances to a minimum. I've hardly felt inclined to lift pen to paper for several months, as my gallery will attest.

That being said, I hope eventually to catch up with what has been happening with Project Rendezvous.
Your artwork continues to be breathtaking - I am quite fond of 'Cupid'.

Benedictions!

--
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
:icondarkcrescendo:
I am glad you enjoyed it.

Benedictions!

--
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]

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