Trees and Nature Say

Posted: December 21, 2012 in Uncategorized
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your breath six lungs away

golden sunflower held close today,

rain leaves spiritual mark

close to tree i write on bark


on crack smoked trains

ice melted elongated veins

from forest to urban swing park

skin fragile age peels like bark


would jesus see citizens the same

as they shout shoot and maim,

but with words i can hark

back to moss strewn branches and bark


bitter subsides and no deride

from greasy window see outside

there awaits a sweet lark

and find salvation clutching bark


  1. Doris says:

    nice, like the ending

  2. claudia says:

    oh i think he has no illusions rgd. the state of the world and its people..tight images in this..esp. liked the…on crack smoked trains and ice melted elongated veins

  3. Gay Cannon says:

    What an interesting kyrielle. I like the in and out/ the people and nature images and the contrasts there with implicit philosophical values. Like many I’ve read today the hope and the prayer are buried in the reality but layered there nonetheless. This was very adroitly written. I enjoyed it a lot. Wishing you the happiest of holidays.

  4. wordcoaster says:

    Like the six degrees of separation reference in the first line. Also this has a calming full-circle feel to it, like going to bed after a full day. 🙂

  5. brian miller says:

    it is interesting to think on how jesus would view life…and i wonder if we would even know him…he hung with the rough crowd, the writing on bark is intriguing, but then again paper is wood pulp…really cool verse…and well played to form…

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