the trees speak
whether the wind blows
or remains still
but to hear
you must be silent
Tag: woods
the theater of the woods (20220420)
rain falls on my jacket hood popping like popcorn minus the smell of salt and theater butter no lights dim but i see the coming attractions blackberry blossoms and buzzing bumblebees
green dream for a wet day (20220410)
i would be moss cling to trees and rocks favor the wet shade whisper to the field mice the woods a hair less wet than the sea and not as salty i would live feather soft breathe in soil and wind and dream about the south side of the tree
filtered light (20210419)
i steady myself against
the rotten tree
it cracks
breaks
falls
carpenter ants scatter
confused by this
home invasion
domestic destruction
this kaiju of a man
breaking things as
he lumbers through
the woods
isn’t this always the way
loud
clumsy
bending nature either by
accident
or design
but never truly passing through
like sunlight
between leaves
your woods (Poem 20160504)
i search the wild place
inside you where you left me
you invited me into your woods
under the pretense of a picnic
i expected sandwiches under
these trees, to serve tea, watch
the sunlight dapple the leaves
but i have become lost inside you
my compass is slag in my hand
stars move about the sky unfixed
where the earth should be hard
it moves like water
caught in some legned or fairy tale
i curse myself for not leaving
a trail of small white stones
and listen in this silence for your voice
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #35
5 Words: | WOODS | LEGEND | WILD | HARD | SERVE |
Poem 20160324
the woods still sigh, the owls still weep
in the darkness, dark shadows creep
and thoughts of you still fill my head
the fallen trees run black with mold
the silent leaves no longer gold
a sweet, low song fills me with dread
i left you here cold in the ground
with shuttered eyes, you made no sound
yet there you stand, though you are dead
——
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #23: Nove otto
Happy Early Halloween!
Poem 20150506
we walked
through the dark woods
dark not just because of the canopy
of green and grey leaves
that hid the sky
whenever we came into a clearing
we looked up to find black clouds
and we could taste the metal
tang of rain wanting to happen
but one clearing blinded us
when we entered
we looked up but the clouds
hung black as before
thick and oily
in the center of the clearing
huddled the angel
wings folded over its shoulders
hiding its face
it trembled, racked with sobs
and the light came from a pool
of tears gathering at its sandaled feet
unbearable to behold
we moved on without speaking
either to the angel
or one another
what could drive an angel
to earth
to tears
and what human comfort
could stop those tears
Words and Feathers 