“Putting music to words, and words to pictures”
.In the beginning, an anonymous young fellow, who called himself Diablo, started calling me Tree a few years back at a site called Intentblog (now closed). A couple of times I wrote about camping by the Missouri River, and mentioned a few of the things (including spiritual awakenings) that I’d experienced at my favorite spot. He must have thought I was stationed there, or had put down roots there, in order to see me as a tree. Since he claimed to be in his 20’s, and I was 50+, I thought of him as a fictitious nephew, which made me his uncle – Uncle Tree.
Father Tree would have made me look like a priest, and Brother Tree sounds to me like a deacon, and I didn’t want to be cornered into anything too specific, such as Elder Tree, Sir Willow or Mr. Elmwood.
Me² was my first moniker. This symbol contains a few meanings for me. It’s not funny or sad, in and of itself. It is rather more neutral than Uncle Tree, which I see as putting me in the category of goofy and kooky, but in a familiar and unassuming sort of way. It’s been fun to play with, and I’m still growing into it. I don’t always write from his perspective, as if I were actually a talking tree. That’s impossible! Although, I do have a couple of poems which he wrote, and I hope to create more at some period in the future.
My intentions for writing have changed over the course of the last dozen years or so. I started with notebook and pen, and then, about 9 years ago, I bought our first computer. Behind the curve there, huh? For the most part, and from the start, I have maintained the inclination to leave something valuable behind for the sake of my children, and for the love of my children’s children’s children.
I still see that as reason enough to wail away, that they might look back someday in wonder of just what kind of thoughts came out of the roots of their dear and (someday) dearly departed favorite Uncle Tree. Let them know that I wasn’t afraid to voice my opinions, and neither did I lack courage in the art of spinning words around in my head in an effort to make sensible the biggest universal questions that a tree like me can bring to the table.
My outlook on life is not always positive or optimistic. I accept the full range of emotions as a matter of course. It’s only natural. To deny is to lie to one’s self, and when we do, we’re not fooling anybody but ourselves. The reasons I have for writing poetry the way I do are too numerous to go into here. I want to read your thoughts for you, and speak about it when you can’t seem to find the right words to use yourself. And, of course, if I can bring someone to tears, whether they be joyful ones or sorrowful ones, I would rightfully call that my crowning achievement.
Help yourself to the woods! You never know what you’ll find hiding around the bend unless you look. Be brave! Put yourself into vacation mode and take your sweet time. Relax and enjoy, and do please let me know what you are thinking. This tree loves to talk!
For more about me, check out this interview:
I think people respond to a poem because a certain chord
is struck; a note, perhaps, a string, and they find themselves
in tune with the rhythm and the rhyme, and the words cut through
the mustard and the chard and strike a nerve, and they FEEL it!
And for a moment, they have to deal with it; the good, the bad,
the goosebumps, and yes, needling on that almost forgotten thorn.