clear-cut pines—
concentric circles
filling the pond
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Michael Dylan Welch
Michael Dylan Welch is poet laureate of Redmond, Washington, and curator for two poetry reading series in Redmond. His latest poetry book is True Colour. He is a longtime officer of the Haiku Society of America, and proprietor of National Haiku Writing Month (www.nahaiwrimo.com). His personal website is www.graceguts.com, devoted mostly to poetry.
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This subtle comparison with the gentle artistry of raindrops in a body of water brings to mind how we count age rings after the death, for whatever purpose, of whatever tree man fells.
A beautiful and thought-provoking poem, Michael. Thank-you! I love Ingrid's interpretation as well. My first thoughts were that the concentric circles in the pond were the result of the pervasive thud of a felled tree and the ripples this causes locally in the pond but also rippling out toward all sentient life, including future generations. Michael's poem reminds me of Chief Seattle's warning: “Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize that we can not eat money.”
This subtle comparison with the gentle artistry of raindrops in a body of water brings to mind how we count age rings after the death, for whatever purpose, of whatever tree man fells.
A beautiful and thought-provoking poem, Michael. Thank-you! I love Ingrid's interpretation as well. My first thoughts were that the concentric circles in the pond were the result of the pervasive thud of a felled tree and the ripples this causes locally in the pond but also rippling out toward all sentient life, including future generations. Michael's poem reminds me of Chief Seattle's warning: “Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize that we can not eat money.”
Does it all!!
Thank you Michael. I can visualize this image so clearly. Poignant.