Wednesday, October 3, 2012

3WW: Dignity, Lacerate, Ripe

Trees

Leaves
ripe as apples

Vines
cling like a child

Bark
a coat of dignity

Branches
pray

My husband
was a logger

He'd pull
the cord

on his
chainsaw

and lacerate
one by one

Saplings
smiled

lifting
their faces

to the naked
sun.




12 comments:

Nico said...

I love it! This terse piece is packed full. Wonderful technique--each little stanza a new perspective.

Daydreamertoo said...

I often wonder (as trees are alive) if they feel pain. They did some experiments a few years ago and said that they do. I wonder.
Very deep thoughts in this for both sides, as a tree lover, I feel sad for each of their losses but, I'm glad you added the saplings smile.:)

Sheilagh Lee said...

wonderful executed.

Nimue said...

Oh how tender this meory and images look ...

Mama Zen said...

Spare and beautiful!

Grandma`s Goulash said...

The trees and your words are so beautiful. The "execution" brought tears to my eyes, but I could see those saplings smiling.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

With a handful of words, you have created a breathtaking tale.

A Threesome

Frankie Jay said...

Evokes both the fragility of nature and it's resilience. Lovely!

oldegg said...

Yes, its an ill wind does nobody any good.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

The cycle of life, nicely captured.

Altonian said...

I love the conceptof branches praying. When I look upwards in the forest, I always think of being in a cathedral. Lovely poem.

Paige said...

wow and ouch. well-written.

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