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Coronation Day

One bright day upon the trail
In blooming field atop a hill
I found a garland draped about
An oaken branch whose life was still

The tree at large remained alive
In meadow stood in solitude
The ample sunshine saw it thrive
And slowly gain more altitude

Beneath it’s shade this basement branch
Deprived of light, did reach nadir
Encroaching insect, vine, or storm
Resolved to strand you lifeless, bare

Bereft of service to the trunk
Some other function you’ve now found
For resting there on shady perch
A withered hoop of wildflowers wound

Rather wilted and hardly fresh
But still a treasure under sky
A magic crown of earth and field
Myself, beholder of the eye

The beauty struck me at the first
What once was glance evolved to stare
Corona floral, so profound
Hangs at head height in the air

I feel the clover in my palm
Which I felt compelled to reach
I ask a question of myself
What, must these laurels have to teach?

In my solace and the breeze
Which pushed the circle from my hand
I wore no crown but held my court
And felt as king of all the land

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even a tree needs lovin'

*hugs, Cat

p.s. are you still looking for title suggestions?

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this is not to be taken lightly...I will be thinking about it.

*hugs Cat
ever, eddy

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It really happened. Check my profile pic.

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sheltering brake?

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It’s not bad. It’s at least as good as my current. Let me mull over it a day or two. Thanks and appreciation.

Tim

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I'll keep thinking about it. try to find more for you. *hugs, Cat

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1. Spirit Guide Overhanging Sapling ?
2. Kiss Of The Spirit Guide
3. Gaia's Emerald Love
4. Solstice King

*hugs, Cat

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and thought, and not come up with a better title than you have in the first place.
I love the rhyme and the fluid way you have woven a story about one of nature's
greatest achievments. Trees are royalty of the plant world; they deserve whatever
honors we give them. I have no doubt, that one can feel as king of the world
when in the presence of a forest. One of the best nature poems I've read in a while.
~ Geezer.
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I kinda like Solstice King. The theme here I guess is less about the tree and more about that dead branch. Sort of a metaphor for depression and losing your sense of purpose. Parts of you are sorta dead, but still clinging on. There’s still abundance of life around you. You’re still living, and your family (tree) surrounds you. You’re not really contributing much but they don’t cut you off because you’re part of them.
The garland or wreath is a symbol of new purpose and a reminder that gifts don’t need to be shiny or brand new to have value, like a wilted floral crown. The real crown, the one that makes you king of all the world is the self realization of all the above things. If we are mindful, what we are grateful for always outweighs the rest. It’s in this way we become the sovereign of our own perceptions which are in fact the only thing we will ever be able to maintain control over.
That’s why chose the original title “Coronation Day” it insists at some elevation to kingly status. It doesn’t really feel serendipitous enough tho. Like accidentally finding all your dreams in a miraculous but humble act of fate.

I really appreciate the hand
Tim

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I've been wrong about the original idea for a poem, and certainly won't be the last. Of course, we don't always see what the author has in mind and he/she can't possibly control what the reader thinks it's about. I can appreciate your idea and
will re-read it with fresh eyes after your explanation. ~ Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

I think it is a nature poem. And I do feel right at home in forest or field. I’ve always been an outdoorsman and the disconnection from nature does weigh heavy sometimes. My ability to appreciate nature is without question, a kingly gift. You are all the best here. Thanks for all the input.

Tim

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Best nature poem in awhile is a really amazing compliment and I am pretty humbled by that. Thank you

Tim

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