Climbing More Than Sycamores

If we trace our history in trees,
I guess the sky would be our home –
skeleton limbs raised to moon’s cold stone.

Will they etch it on my tombstone
that I saw the world in t(h)rees?
– ocean, silence, home.

Will you build me a home
to climb to, a quiet corner stone
to hold my head, some small shade trees?

Of stones, I am unthrown; in trees, I’m home.


Still hanging in there at NaPoWriMo (day 7). Wanna play? 


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7 Responses to Climbing More Than Sycamores

  1. Bryan Ens says:

    Love the thought of the sky and trees as home.

  2. I want “a home / to climb to,” too!

  3. abarn003 says:

    This is wonderful.

  4. Nice Tritina! I love that you didn’t stick to a specific meter as that would have been all wrong for the carefree feel of a poem about being at home in trees.

  5. Kir Piccini says:

    Sounds like heaven to me. 😘

  6. shawna says:


    Especially this:
    “Will they etch it on my tombstone
    that I saw the world in t(h)rees?”

  7. Pingback: NaPoWriMo – Day 7 – “The Endless Beauty Of An Authentic Voice” by David Ellis | toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish)

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