A Tree and Other Poems

By Anthony Ward

A Tree

Leave me alone said the tree

Rather quite deciduously 



Yet I saw this tree

I knew to be

A recollection 

Of how it used to be



For all it stood

As a memory

Shared through time

Like eternity.

Memories

If a tree falls in a wood does it make a sound?

If a memory fails in a mind does that moment exist?



Who are we without memories?

Just artless machinations.



Memories make us human,

With sentiment the soul ingredient

That keeps us looking into ourselves.



Nostalgia isn’t nosing into the past,

It’s an appreciation of life.



Without memories we’d be pebbles on a riverbed,

Tossed by the flow of the stream;

Sand on a beach washed up by the ocean.

All in the Mind

Did I read that our memories are black and white?

I can’t remember if I did or not.

I try to think on memories to see if it’s true,

But it’s difficult to tell.

I remember the colours for what colours they were,

But I don’t see them.

I press myself to think harder upon them,

But I struggle to see the picture.

I can’t tell if what I’m seeing inwardly is black and white or colour,

I only think it.

Or was it that we dream in black and white?

I can remember my dreams, 

But I can’t tell whether they were black and white or not,

Though I remember them in colour.

Anthony loves the way words sound through silence. He is inspired by the nature of the world and the expression of art as humanity decrees to discover itself. He writes to express the overwhelming beauty of the natural world with the inspiring admiration of artistic creativity. He has recently been published in Jerry Jazz Musician, Poetry Breakfast, Shot Glass Journal, Poetry Breakfast, and CommuterLit.