If poems were pearls
I would string them for you
one by one.
And each one, rounded circle,
would tell a story
of its own,
though to others it is linked.
And if poems were pearls,
I would remind you of the dignity
redeemed each time
we re-write history,
or harness vision,
or imagination.
And if poems were seeds
I would plant them
on my knees for you.
And each one, singular sphere,
would burrow down in quiet stillness,
until the moment it’s made to grow
beyond its shell.
And if poems were seeds,
I would remind you how broken things
are really vessels
out-grown the season of hiding,
that from them we emerge,
blueprints to fulfil.
Yes, if poems were pictures
I would spend a hundred hours
each
to make one worthy of your
being,
one that would hold up a mirror
reflective of you.
And if poems were pictures
I would try to paint
the way people shine brightest from
within,
the way a poet see’s the world
from inside out.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
February 2020
Living Tree Poetry 
This is a beautiful expression of the quiet cycles of birth and death, beginnings and endings, of hope and diligence and the bare beauty of existence
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Thank you. I so love your reflective comments!
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This is serene and calming. Such beautifully have you penned this. Really appreciate it. Wow!
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Thank you, yes, all the poetry on this site is mine. I am so grateful for your kind, kind words, thank you!
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So beautiful, Lisa. Thank you.
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Thank you from the heart dear Vonda xx
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Your poems are all these things and so much more besides. So beautifully expressed. Thank you for these lovely words, Ana Lisa! I so appreciate the poetic gifting you have, especially in this season when I’m struggling to string words together myself. You give me hope that poetry will come alive in my soul again as I read the words of others. Bless you, dear friend. xo
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Dear Joy, I am sorry you are feeling a sense of dryness in this season. I think sometimes are words are just beyond the surface of a hard crust. Or perhaps a frost covering that needs to melt for the sun to warm the grass. One thing is sure that you will find the words again xx
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Your poetry stops me in my tracks, and cracks me open. Stunning! What a blessing.❤️
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Wow Kim, I am humbled by your beautiful words, so generous of you, thank you x
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