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Hearing Through His Eyes

11 Apr

 

 Hamburger! Cheeseburger! White milk and apple pie. He was such a carefree soul. If it seemed, he had let anyone down.– he offered them popovers, explanations, and smiles,

 Sometimes, being misunderstood with ungracious mud pies.

   When that happened he would eat and share with his good friends — Mud pies— stewed marbles and crystal scones.

   But— never, without clear eyes, asking the server’s of those pies— for their reason’s why — offering popovers, explanations and smiles, for serving up such an interesting surprise. Their actions? — understanding the reasons for who we each are – who we become – and knowing the soul is full of good actions – always avoiding confrontation — leaving them— to walk in our hearts through the dark— for that pervasive enlightening light.

   School completed, home, wife and child, he continues to walk in shared solace, among his favorite oaks, maples, and pines. always stopping in his Sacred strand of birches – alone – listening to heart, body, and mind — seeing – Looking even with the sky, that has many hues of blue whisky, wispy clouds, brightened by the sun reflecting on the moon—listening to the birch whispering whimsically, the secrets of the souls —  of the pleasant ones… once in mud subdued.

 He leaned on the birch

Listening to what was said

Hearing through his eyes

Photo caught/taken of Abe “listening” by world-renowned black and white photographer, the late Chet Brickett

Photo caught/taken of Abe “listening” by world-renowned black and white photographer, the late Chet Brickett

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13 Comments

Posted by on April 11, 2016 in Children, Haibun, New Hampshire, Poetry

 

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13 responses to “Hearing Through His Eyes

  1. Victoria C. Slotto

    April 11, 2016 at 6:09 pm

    You have created a complete character sketch here, showing two sides of Abe. There was a sense of peace in the final paragraph and haiku, found in that Sacred strand of birch trees. To me it speaks of the healing gifts of being in nature.

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  2. whimsygizmo

    April 11, 2016 at 6:54 pm

    I am a listener of trees, as well. Love that “sacred strand of birch”

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  3. 1sojournal

    April 11, 2016 at 7:51 pm

    I consider myself a sister to trees and was once told I’d definitely be a birch. Wonderful tribute and love your final haiku,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  4. tamekamullins

    April 11, 2016 at 7:54 pm

    This is my favorite line: “listening to the birch whispering whimsically, the secrets of the souls — of the pleasant ones… once in mud subdued.” Lovely.

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  5. hayesspencer

    April 11, 2016 at 8:11 pm

    What a wonderful take on the communication prompt. I am a long time talker and listener to trees myself. Oh how wondrously Abe shared w ith those in his life. Thank you for responding to this prompt. Welcome to dVerse!

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    April 12, 2016 at 12:45 am

    The way you worked with food as his way to fail is excellent… And like Victoria says, healed by trees.

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  7. Sumana Roy

    April 12, 2016 at 1:38 am

    this is a wonderful read, very serene…your reading is an added bonus, always…

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  8. Jae Rose

    April 12, 2016 at 8:15 am

    crystal scones – what a delicious thought!

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  9. Carrie Van Horn

    April 12, 2016 at 9:44 am

    A lovely view indeed!

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  10. Myrna Rosa

    April 12, 2016 at 10:15 am

    How beautifully you pay tribute. Enjoyed reading this!

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  11. Mary

    April 12, 2016 at 3:36 pm

    Hearing through one’s own eyes……often this is the best way to hear.

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  12. Sherry Marr

    April 17, 2016 at 12:54 pm

    I am most struck by the line about him looking at the sky with its hues of blue whiskey. and especially love that he listens for truth in stands of birches. Beautiful.

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  13. Panchali

    April 18, 2016 at 12:41 pm

    Oh, this is lovely…and your voice supercharge your poetry! Beautiful…

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