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.”
April 21st, 2022 at 11:14 am
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.
April 21st, 2022 at 5:08 pm
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.”
April 21st, 2022 at 6:27 pm
Does it all!!
April 22nd, 2022 at 2:34 pm
Thank you Michael. I can visualize this image so clearly. Poignant.