Branched Oak September 26, 2009 by Uncle Tree in haiku, poetry and tagged Branched Oak Lake, Lincoln, Nebraska, sunrise, Time must have a stop, where the fish don't bite . Captured in rapture Far and in between each reach One thought caught in mind ***** AdvertisementShare this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInMorePocketPinterestTumblrRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Released with love
Symphonic rythms of acceptance
Echo through the soul
the beauty of a caught thought is that it can be set free to become something else entirely.
I feel like bouncing off the walls now, Colleen!
Thank you so much for freely volunteering
a wonderful contribution. Accepted in all humility, kind lady.
You made my day, Sunshine Girl! Your smile is killer. 😉
Thank you for dropping on by, Mark!
Catch and release make for bigger, and thus better
fishy thoughts that must needs be gutted after the facts.
Digesting the truth makes everything look different in
the end. Results are what we’re searching for after all.
I have no trouble ridding myself of those, either.
(Please flush before this is seen.)
If you took that photo, it’s outstanding Treeman. The words are true art because they could apply to so many things and the reader can interpret away. Wonderful stuff! 🙂
Thank you, Val!
I took that photo with my phone, but hey. It works.
It’s a picture of a man-made hole we call Branched Oak Lake.
That’s where I go when I want to pretend I’m a fisherman.
I’m glad you liked the little haiku, too.
It is surprising that no one has asked me
what that one thought was all about.
Okay, what is that one thought about Treeman? You have an incredible phone camera and eye.
After what you said in your comment (#5),
I’d hate to take away my reader’s rights of interpretation.
I have good reason to envy those old sun worshipers of antiquity.
Timely reliability manifested itself long before the concept of trust
came to be what it is now — a highly unlikely emerging possibility.
Black whole/white whole we warship Thy Singularity.
Beautiful and thought provoking haiku, it is great uncle, it feels so authentically yours.
Overlapping figure eights
Black and white rainbows
Opposites attract attacks
Cosmic comic peace
Ed together once for all
Yolk the folk aum
Good morning, Mariana!
That was a nice thing to say.
I though it felt like me, too.
Thank you! UT, Hugz
the truth is, the picture itself is already a poem.. 🙂
great job uncle tree!
Thank you, A.B., glad you like!
How many poems would it take to fill the sun?
10,000 more haiku’s are waiting it out in inner space, I imagine.
dear uncle tree,
i would like to let you know
that wether you like it or not
i will add you on my blogroll
for i am tired of flying
in circles and parallel lines
to find the perfect shade
of your healthy leaves and strong branches
sometimes it takes a while for me to find you
Your words are too sweet
Are there any ants up there?
I would love to meet them
– Asian Butterfly
uncle – you are stunning.
and thanks for the little dialog here with Val. nice thought. sun. set.rise.die.born.(not reborn, as if anything to do with the past – born – a new, ever fresh ever green). peacfulness is the true character of these blissful hours. walking up in the morning as a baby covered with uterus’s dew, going to sleep as and old man (woman) weary but content with the steps of his day. and no surprise it is that we have chosen, in the modern, west society, to name that time – tata tam tata tam! The “Rushhour”, buzzing along our streets on our way to worship. in glass and metal temples, if decorated solely for their own praise. no sun, nor netherworld god. the battle roll as if was over long ago, the real ChristianA. Emperor sitting on His Own Bill. upside world, dear Erich the Box man, and yet even more twisted, the poor worship the reach, as normally the reach come down (or climb very high) to worship among the poor – the same god. but in our Free World we are free to separate, kids from their mothers, truth and justice. and so we separate the way forthe worship with the road back, getting neat before hand, putting on our best cloth, the one we never where at home, and with this malaise you go to god? he can smell you with his stinky fungal little toe. Return, Return, and don’t look back lest you will run into a salt pillar. Return, Return into your self. this slave is gone, far beyond the reach of any whip. gone, dead. dead for the play of power and control, the power to control and the try – to control the power, cause he who turns can see the setting sun and the rising one, on the same horizon – his heart.
Thank you, A. Butterfly!
I see the blogrolls as a way to navigate, and that’s about all.
Obviously, you can see I don’t have one. Well, I do, but it’s
more like a guest list. Feel free to help yourself. Personally,
I don’t want to pick and choose, and I certainly wouldn’t
want to leave any one out. They are more like some kind
of ‘honor roll’ in some peoples eyes, but after they have
listed a hundred blogs…know what I mean? People come,
start a blog, and sometimes disappear rather quickly. I talk
to those who talk with me mostly. I used to get out a lot
and read poems from the world at large, but now that I’ve
met a few people, I’ve stopped doing that. My time is short.
I’m glad you think my words are sweet, but I’ve no ants that
I’m aware of. Doesn’t mean they’re not there somewhere
in hiding. I have been a little itchy lately. If ever I do meet up
with some bugs to your liking, I’ll be sure to introduce them
to you. Okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be discrete about it.
Gosh, I talk a lot. Enough for now, my new friend. Cheerzios!
Delete my ass, UF-er! Too late now, young man.
You had your chance. Don’t give me no ‘accident’ crap, either.
I’m fairly sure I caught at least half of what you were trying to say.
Especially, “…a baby covered with uterus’s dew”. OMG, D-UF!
You gave me a visual I wasn’t ready for. Yuck! Someone’s moist.
When you say reach, do you mean rich? Like bookoo bucks $$$ ?
Your reach is longer than mine apparently. Actually, I was thinking
of a song by the late Dan Fogelberg, a hero of mine. “The Reach”
is what it is called, and it’s a lyrical piece about a living ocean.
“Power and control” is a very well-worn contemporary theme that’s
been around for ages and ages. I’m not going to ask you about
your personal opinions concerning politics, and the Palestine situation.
I’m sure I’ve never heard the truth about it, one way or the other.
Churches are for socializing and showing off your Sunday best.
I learned that when I was like seven years old. I hate suits and ties.
Nowadays, you’ll only see me in church for weddings and funeral
proceedings. Tithe 10% of my pay? You’ve got to be kidding!!!
As for the rest, I guessed a lot. You got a little excited, yes? Good.
Fungal toe, Dhyan? Boy, I’m glad my nose is still on my face.
Grab a soapbox, and stick yourself on a corner somewhere and do
your thing, Apostle. Do it loud. Attract a crowd. They will love you! 🙂
Please come and see my very new wordpress site. Type in mysticreveries.wordpress.com on the google window search thingie. I did on another computer, another IP address, and got it.
One thought caught in mind, for you, my friend.
Some blogs, I have to put on my thinking cap… like yours… you spurred a THOUSAND thoughts… not one… thanks… like I need more!
and… what kind of camers phone takes that kind of pictures?
and… yours is the only blog I have to have a thinking cap on for the relpies. Cripes! I go to work to think. Ha! I DO have fun here.
I hear you loud and clear, Maj One.
See you soon. No expectations here, I swear.
Fourteen words spurred the lady on to a thousand thoughts.
What? Oh. You read through all the comments, I see.
Good for you! That’s usually where the fun begins.
It’s a Sprint phone, Cindy, made by LG.
I haven’t heard anyone say “thinking cap” since grade school.
How are those supposed to work anyway? I see no wires.
Your light blue one looks like it ought to keep your head warm, too.
If they made one for me it would resemble a toupee.
They could call it Smart Hair, and I’d be more intelligent,
and look younger, all in one fell swoop. So, what ‘do would be best?
Mop top, shaggy, or mullet? Did you say Astroturf? Yes, green please.
Oh, yes, Lillith.
Rise and rise again!
No need to scare me though,
I’ll be petrified soon enough.
heh! don’t sell the poem short! the thousand thoughts came before the comments!!! give credit where credit is due, to this lavishly wonderful, thoughtful Haiku….
The comment are fun indeed.
Thinking cap… hmm… you’d think I was older using that. LOL… You’re right. Let me try again. I battle to assimulate the context of your band, but I dig it, posts and comments, scream my attention in full detail.
In my defense, my market is more for the masses. I try to keep what I write at an approachable level… In my line of work, if I start using too ‘big’ of words, I am told to talk ‘normal’.
I need my blue cap… it gets cold here… I might need to break it out soon! who knows.. I might go purple this year, or green. I like green. seriously, though… I JUST LOVE YOUR POEM alright????
It looks like you skipped a few grades overnight, Cindy.
Wow! What a transformation. Only a grownup could say stuff
with those types of words and mannerisms. I’m proud of you!
You make me think that I should write more haiku’s in the future.
They are much less time consuming, but one must be rather vague.
Okay, okay, I understand your feelings about this one. That’s fabulous!
Thank you, thank you, thank you very much! I do so appreciate the fact
that you came back to set me straight. I was being narrow minded.
But hey, that’s normal for me, so everyone should be used to it by now.
It’s getting colder here also, and autumn’s come in like a blustering lion.
My poor, poor leaves are getting blown away, even though they’ve yet
to turn into all those beautiful colors we’re so used to seeing. Bummer!
Purple wood look great on you. It’s my favorite royal color by far.
Have a nice day, Cindy. I’m glad you’re not averse to talking to trees.
The wonders never cease, but sometimes they’re invisible. Hugz, UT
I love haiku, this one is really with something to think about! Thank you for your lovely comment at my blog!
Thank you, Blaga! 🙂
Haiku’s teach us how to keep
it short, simple…aye, to the point.
And, you’re welcome! Peace, Uncle Tree
Very beautiful Indeed!! 😄
Thank you, Alisha! 🙂 Have a great Sunday!
I will, You are welcome Keith!!! Have A Splendid Weekend Too!! 😄
Thank you, Caro! 🙂 Luvz and hugz backatcha, girl! ❤ UT
It’ll be a long ride, but you sure may. 🙂
Did you know, Caro?
When the fish are not biting
Someone pulls my leg
And I say, “Hello?”
As the mermaid dives in deep
Teasing with her tail
Tickling my nose
Reflexes reach out quickly
Grab the slithery
We go down as one
Bubbles rise and multiply
Fish keep our secret