The Energy Behind Constant Upkeep

This constant upkeep
carries a dangerous…

The Energy Behind Constant Upkeep

I. Constant Upkeep

This constant upkeep

carries a dangerous toll

against our instinct.

Gaze at a tortoise

to gather every detail

think on the mystery.

Hide within shelter

without exiting for sun

builds anxiety.

When the frost seems thick

when Autumn turns to winter

find comfort in cold.

One can walk outside

nurture the slow growth of plants

experience life.

From green to light brown

then falling into barren

where the wren still play.

The Wren
Where the wren still play.

II. Instead We Just Stare

Instead we just stare

at the walls we have built

to hide fall colors.

To wake at sunrise

the purple and orange times

lost in moments.

Is it through our fear

that we hide from the beauty

that sits at our feet.

As light fills my room

remember light through the trees

remember old times.

Remember light
Light through the trees

III. Never a Barefoot

Never a barefoot

to feel energy from earth

dig toes in our place.

These forgotten pots

are writing lost poetry

about the flower.

To wander outside

to peer into the white clouds

remember sky blue.

Let the ant slow down

to stop his hurried pacing

an empire will fall.

An Ant
Will stop his hurried pacing…

IV. Remember the Importance of Roots

Under minerals

within a labored burrow

a strength in trees grip.

The deeper the root

the taller the Lodgepole Pine

grows through heat of fire.

Transplanted sapling

hardly have roots to hang on

only home loose soil.

Our mobility

caused by our two moving feet

always brings us back.

Sometimes branches fall

protective bark may hold wounds

within woods stand strong.

Within woods
Within woods stand strong.

V. Invisible Roots

Invisible roots

a sense of place to the lost

embedded in soil.

Terra Firma pots

have filled with crystals of snow

now will gently melt.

The higher tree grows

towards the sky, the sun, the stars,

the deeper the roots.

This ground seems shallow

to not allow roots to grow

deep in local earth.

The deeper the roots
Towards the sky, the sun, the stars…

VII. After Disaster

After disaster

a grip on land in our hope

for a fresh new start.

To dig with fingers

until stopped by the winter’s

frozen solid ground.

To nourish the land

the land that we trod daily

make our roots solid.

Remember keyhole

soil with constant compost leech

roots burrow deeper.

More then memory

our branches know the clean air

importance of root.

 

 

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

5 thoughts on “The Energy Behind Constant Upkeep

  • January 5, 2019 at 11:05 AM
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    An interesting journey mother nature spins from soil, root, growth and steadfastness. To watch every speck of life taking root in some form or other. Isn’t life so amazing as it grows in so many forms. I love the balance you give to these verses Jamie, a constant change, yet a struggle to survive. I’m amazed by Gods’ finger caressing the earth, making perfection more perfect with each passing season.

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  • January 5, 2019 at 11:47 AM
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    Jamie, your skill with words in your Haiku poetry is wonderful. I really enjoy it all, especially this,
    “The higher tree grows

    towards the sky, the sun, the stars,

    the deeper the roots.”

    for I see a deep meaning in it. Beautiful work, dear friend.

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  • January 5, 2019 at 2:57 PM
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    Ahh Jamie , I do love nature , Often my wife and others wish I’d join them in church and I have to explain , I would rather speak to God outdoors in the woods , in the awesome labor of beautiful gardens , down beside the many rivers of my life , awesome writing my friend , Please keep it up !……..:-]

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  • January 5, 2019 at 7:43 PM
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    Nature and I have always walked hand in hand. Reading your poetry has done it justice in my eyes Jaime. Very much enjoyed.

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