Poet Trees

A small poem for all with poetic roots

“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.” Joyce Kilmer

We are sequoia forests of poems. Feet rooted in creation. Arms reaching for expression, fingers French-manicured in stars for italics and exclamation. Song providing sap for our core.

©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021

I’ve always loved trees, particularly after reading Hesse’s wonderful words on what trees can teach us. Yesterday, an angel card encouraged me to ground myself… and, within moments, I was outdoors hugging a lemon tree in the garden, envisioning roots growing from my feet into Mother Earth.

From there, I recalled a walk through the Sequoias with my partner — a memory that now brings great pain because we’ve trial-separated, and the wound is raw. Hugging the lemon tree harder (absolutely no puns here about lemons turning to lemonade — gag me), I recalled how Hesse teaches that, like trees, like all of Gaia’s children, we’re interconnected.

Connection co-existing with a severing of connection. I choose to make this my reality. Otherwise, all the oh-so-spiritual talk I’ve shared on Medium is hypocritical b.s.

Thank you, Victor Sarkin and team at Genius in a Bottle, for a home for my little tribute to great souls… and to the Genius within trees. Thank you, dearest readers — my root system in so many ways — for joining me in the forest.