Nesting, Towards and End
I wrote this while admiring the beauty of an autumn apple tree. Trying to get inside her root-head.
This poem, upon re-reading, could mean so many different things.
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her apples expelled by the eager limbs
of a dying season
she dines…
Thoughts of shedding
of exfoliating the green residue of youth
consume her
when the itch of abundance becomes too much.
Before her breaking point, she shakes
her previously nursed
(but none too spoiled) offspring
to the greedy earth,
ready to commence
her separated union
of life
from indifferent fruit.
© Kristin Reynolds 2008
Matt Roberts
Cool.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thanks, Matt. :)
Philosophy Lee
You’re a ‘root-head’,
and that’s a very intelligent ‘thing’ to be! :)
Kristin Reynolds replied
hahaha. I like it, thanks, Lee. :)
Trenchtownrock
You are such a writer…you see things others just don’t do…cool write.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thanks, Chris. xo
autumnwind
yes, could very well be a metaphor of life. brilliant as always. xoxoxo
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thanks, Sahr. :) xo
Mark Ramstead
Could be about my father…
Kristin Reynolds replied
If that’s a hard thing, I’m sorry. this poem makes me sad today…xo
Rhenastarr
As always brilliantly written, gives food for thought.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you so much, Rhena. :)
Skypilot
Lets not overlook the ground once barren, now fertile with years of falling fruit.Strange how the tree creates more hospitable conditions for growth. Not only for itself, but for her fallen children as well.
xxx
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you, B
this poem hurts today, and finds me as cloudy as the fall itself.
ox
Christie Moses
Awesome K! That last verse is my fave ;) If i were to read this I would indeed think it a metaphor for life. Brilliant as always. Love you K xoxo
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you, C girl. :) xo
hsien-ku
a necessary shedding. life must become as indifferent as the fruit – but the tree feels the tear where the fruit does not. otherwise letting go would be easy. we grow our own chains out of our own heads like horns. wonderful writing kristin, truly.
Kristin Reynolds replied
You say exactly the truth: the tree feels the tear…today was the right day for this one.
thanks, H.K :)
TheWanderingBoo
as always, a beautiful piece of writing…
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you so much, Boo. :) xo
happyfeet5
The mistress of metaphors.This is beautiful, thought provoking and of course, shows your love for anything that has to do with autumn. Iris
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you, Iris, that’s cool and sweet. :) xo
linaji
A lovely piece Kristin.. for me it is the autumn of life.. the readiness for the next stage..detachment.. fruits being consumed now time to allow.. xxx
Kristin Reynolds replied
yes…but boy, does that shedding itch before the new sprout comes.
thanks, l, love, K xo
erich biemer
lovely…of all the seasons autumn and winter are my favorites…a time of deep rooting and replenishing of the earth for new growth….the poem smells of gaia…
namaste
Kristin Reynolds replied
Me, too. :)
I’m so glad you liked it. :) K xo
lianne
“when the itch of abundance becomes too much” – what a glorious line to express this time of life’s cycle when one must simplify and let go to make room for new growth. And the fruit of this season may be nowhere near as lush and tasty as next year’s. We just can’t know – we have to trust in the autumn of our years that there will be another spring. Such a beautiful and wise September song Kristin – your reverence for life is a beautiful thing.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you, dear, sweet, wise, and sick Lianne! so sorry to hear you’re under the weather…may you be well asap! xo
thank you, hun, love, K xo :)
JRGarland
You are right in that there are many ways to interpret this poem. That’s what makes it sooo good. You rock!!
Kristin Reynolds replied
Aww, thank you so much, JR, I love this comment. :) lol xo
Mark Ramstead
Hard enough that I have chosen as yet not to write about it…
Kristin Reynolds replied
I’m so sorry…in time, the writing will come. it took me years to be able to write about my mother, even my gran took 2 years to get it out. xo
RuthFroehlinger
Kirstin, you a brilliant, talented woman!!! Great write.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Ruth…you are way, way way too kind, but thank you so so much, lady. :) xoxo
Cassidy JK (Ra...
Brilliant metaphorical/literal writing. You see and breath poetry. You ARE poetry. Xoxo
Kristin Reynolds replied
Cass, I guess it takes one poem to know another. I tell ya, it’s that hard life thang…when life squeezed you into diamonds, forces you to shine or break. and if you choose to shine? a poem is born and everyone can read it.
sorry…carried away again! lol
thank you, love, K xoxo
gretchen .
such a majestical capture of life’s cycles. such wonderful writing kristin :-) x o x
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you sweet , Gretchen. and hey, that is one KICKASS pic of you, lady! beautiful! xo