The Acacia Tree
in deep dark night,
the poet,
our acacia
reminds me thusly, thereby missioning me:
St Pol Roux once said: "Facing the sea, man is closer to God."
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"Acacia is a genus of flowering plants in the legume family, known for being thorny trees and shrubs that are iconic to African savannas but also found in other warm, arid regions. They are valued for their durable timber, tannin-rich bark, and gum arabic, and many species are cultivated for their attractive flowers. Acacias are nitrogen-fixing plants that improve soil fertility and provide habitat for wildlife"
this poet,
our acacia who lives in an
orbis^
beneath her owned Acacia tree,
sirrounded by an inner quietude,
this poet is highly valued for kind humanity,
and adds:
**distant you all feel
where’d your applause go
where’s the cheering on
now there seems to be
a tumbleweed floating
through where you
all should be seated,
taking attendance
and participants
and experience
my words*"
she asks only that:
*"like you to drink me like i’m wine
pour my words in your glass as wine
sip on me slowly like i’m wine
drink my words as if they’re wine
be drunk from me like you would wine"*
but be wary, be warned!
she adorns her words with this weathering alert:
*"the storm thrusts into me and
tries to possess me, forced to
swallow down my thunder
to avoid my eyes’ torrential rain,
suppressing lightning strikes
from my fingers — so stay away
before you slip under the surge
of this monsoon, the gales of
my love sweep against your heart;
the calm within swells"*
and yet invites you,
with her,to sojourn,
perhaps the words in her
perhaps in her next poem to close the
nearness
one emotes
upon reading and reaffirming and inviting
us to close up this:
*"distant you all feel
where’d your applause go
where’s the cheering on
now there seems to be
a tumbleweed floating
through where you
all should be seated,
taking attendance
and participants
and experience
my words"*
I have,
lived
(and am better for this)
my time neath the durable shade of
The Acacia Tree.
<nml>
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC
The Acacia Tree
in deep dark night,
the poet,
our acacia
reminds me thusly, thereby missioning me:
St Pol Roux once said: "Facing the sea, man is closer to God."
<>
"Acacia is a genus of flowering plants in the legume family, known for being thorny trees and shrubs that are iconic to African savannas but also found in other warm, arid regions. They are valued for their durable timber, tannin-rich bark, and gum arabic, and many species are cultivated for their attractive flowers. Acacias are nitrogen-fixing plants that improve soil fertility and provide habitat for wildlife"
this poet,
our acacia who lives in an
orbis^
beneath her owned Acacia tree,
sirrounded by an inner quietude,
this poet is highly valued for kind humanity,
and adds:
**distant you all feel
where’d your applause go
where’s the cheering on
now there seems to be
a tumbleweed floating
through where you
all should be seated,
taking attendance
and participants
and experience
my words*"
she asks only that:
*"like you to drink me like i’m wine
pour my words in your glass as wine
sip on me slowly like i’m wine
drink my words as if they’re wine
be drunk from me like you would wine"*
but be wary, be warned!
she adorns her words with this weathering alert:
*"the storm thrusts into me and
tries to possess me, forced to
swallow down my thunder
to avoid my eyes’ torrential rain,
suppressing lightning strikes
from my fingers — so stay away
before you slip under the surge
of this monsoon, the gales of
my love sweep against your heart;
the calm within swells"*
and yet invites you,
with her,to sojourn,
perhaps the words in her
perhaps in her next poem to close the
nearness
one emotes
upon reading and reaffirming and inviting
us to close up this:
*"distant you all feel
where’d your applause go
where’s the cheering on
now there seems to be
a tumbleweed floating
through where you
all should be seated,
taking attendance
and participants
and experience
my words"*
I have,
lived
(and am better for this)
my time neath the durable shade of
The Acacia Tree.
<nml>
please read her works
https://hellopoetry.com/comehometoday/
!
^
(Orbis is a Latin word meaning "circle," "sphere," or "world". It can refer to a circular region, like a zone or the horizon)
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