Calling all poets!
trees
This was my first attempt at writing a poem. A wet and stormy day, so here it is warts and all
Trees
Have you heard the trees talking.
listened to their murmers, soft wispers in the night,
laughter when the birds and bees tickle their flowers,
excited cacophony of voices when it rains,
the sudden cry of pain when lightening strikes.
Have you ever heard the trees talking.
Have you seen the trees when they are happy.
greeting the new dawn with glistening smiles,
limbs waving hello to each other, dancing with glee
in the morning breeze, trunks bending gracefully in
tune with each other.
Have you ever seen the trees when they are happy.
Have you watched the trees when they are sad.
Leaves drooping low, touching the ground,
weeping for cut down friends, watching helplessly
while families of hundreds of years die,
never able to run over and save the day.
Have you ever watched the trees when they are sad.
Have you witnessed when the trees are angry
limbs colliding, harsh sounds rasping their rebuke,
leaves lashing out whipping everything they touch,
thunder and lightening the background of their dispair,
crescendo after crescendo, the largest symphony ever,
now spent they stand still, trapped in the earth.
Have you ever witnessed when the trees are angry.
Copyright John Hartley June 2001
Trees
Have you heard the trees talking.
listened to their murmers, soft wispers in the night,
laughter when the birds and bees tickle their flowers,
excited cacophony of voices when it rains,
the sudden cry of pain when lightening strikes.
Have you ever heard the trees talking.
Have you seen the trees when they are happy.
greeting the new dawn with glistening smiles,
limbs waving hello to each other, dancing with glee
in the morning breeze, trunks bending gracefully in
tune with each other.
Have you ever seen the trees when they are happy.
Have you watched the trees when they are sad.
Leaves drooping low, touching the ground,
weeping for cut down friends, watching helplessly
while families of hundreds of years die,
never able to run over and save the day.
Have you ever watched the trees when they are sad.
Have you witnessed when the trees are angry
limbs colliding, harsh sounds rasping their rebuke,
leaves lashing out whipping everything they touch,
thunder and lightening the background of their dispair,
crescendo after crescendo, the largest symphony ever,
now spent they stand still, trapped in the earth.
Have you ever witnessed when the trees are angry.
Copyright John Hartley June 2001
Replies to This Discussion
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Permalink Reply by Midnight Starr on -
TaurusTraveller,
i love this poem. I can relate to it in a walking meditation sense. Have you read my poem in the Draft Forum called "Trees Also Have Souls"? It's similar to yours. But my poem is about one specific tree that I usually go to when I walk in the park.
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Permalink Reply by Rod on -
Hi T, like how you capture so much of the tree’s essence... I have always been a lover of trees, the magnificent gums (eucalypts) here in Oz hard to beat, but a highlight was to see the magnificent massive Sequoias (red woods) in Yosemite, I think the largest living things on the planet something like 3000 years old.
To see trees after a bush fire is devastating but also to see the rebirth/rejuvenation is miraculous.
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Permalink Reply by Loretta Leslie on -
Hi Taurus
It's beautiful - earthy, natural, gentle but strong - just like trees! lol
There are a few tree poems on the site each capturing different elements.
Loretta
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Permalink Reply by taurustraveller on -
I have been out of cell phone range for awhile hence the late comment. Thanks for your words. TT
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