"The Slaughter Of The Ents...

"The Slaughter Of The Ents...

A Poem by Chris
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Nature has a way of changing with one breath... everything

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I deleted the pics I had of what brought this poem... the one marking this was "barely" damaged by comparison to the ones I looked upon... by their thousands...

“The Slaughter Of The Ents…”

 

Just another eve -

December 20 th, 2013 -

another eve…

marking day’s end.

A coming,

a passing

THE passing …of…

 

A world of magyk - flowing past,

crystals swirling falling …twirling forming…

floating finding fingertips’ grasps.

Breaths - a fog rising …enwrapping…

trapping …shimmers, glimmers…

Time beginning to stand …still

enclosing, 'til closing.

The silent silence held taut and fast

with clicks and ticks - that meld and flow

growing, filling, filled ‘til at last

Life - is unbearable wait, giving way

AND each crystalline pause reflects

the was - til the fateful rapture rupture’s

CRACK!!!  becomes the is…

now - their dying day.

 

Row upon row

they walked their world,

as we tended home,

they became the hearth

part and parcel - our soul.

And the littlest of we

played, sang, and lived -

dreamed and dared

to become - as within their harmonies

the very breath that flowed

and echoed within …us and them

marked our comings,

tended our goings.

All our lives they spoke and sang

AND to us we heard

and lived dreams and slept

as their tears nurtured …our lives,

and filled our eyes and hearts

‘til hope returned and we remembered

HOW

to live again… and again.

 

All beings pass

though to where or what

we try to know.

 

Goodbyes are all we have

In empty hands

yet behind our eyes the memories stand.

I miss each friend

…though each breath still has

their taste and always will.

 

Perhaps the winds have new children

awaiting homes within which to dwell

and it’s we that might sing

as they become.

 

Chris

© 2013 Chris


Author's Note

Chris
feel free - and I have reread slowly and ensured ALL the words present ARE the ones I intended - even "wait".

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You literally cycled through a myriad of emotions here...truly you are a wordsmith

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Jules... you came by... Peter Jackson used CGI, and when the movie was done everyone went home. Her.. read more
The poem has the feel of an enchanting spell. The words are forgotten after they're read but in some ethereal way still exist in my mind. A captivating read!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Xavier, was good of you to pause. Thank you for your thoughts...
...my life has come full circle twice and left me in the center looking at the filled emptiness that surrounds me...memory can bring back visions and cause even more loneliness..because we can no longer feel what we lived, MUST live in the moment and even double the enjoyment sharing because it is what we have. What we do in life causes feelings that are good or bad and since the ones we have shared with up to this point are gone...it is back to the moment again...
Maybe that is what writing is about. Reading what will bring back the feeling....Your writing Chris, IS feeling...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

I missed you Barb... hope you are ok.
Penlady

10 Years Ago

Missed you too Chris...glad for your writing...
I'm okay...my daughter is very ill...I wrote y.. read more
Chris

10 Years Ago

I'll look for it...hadn't seen it yet
Though there is a nod to Tolkein with his talking tree-like Ents, the magic (or magyk) evoked by this poem arises out of vivid apprehension of the natural world. If perception is all then we have no choice but to submit to swirling, whirling snow-fall in all its tactile immediacy. This is a carol of comfort, poignantly reminding us, as Dylan Thomas does in his short story A Child's Christmas in Wales, that out of the old year new life will come.

Posted 10 Years Ago


John

10 Years Ago

There is so much great English literature that can be dramatised for television and all we keep bein.. read more
Chris

10 Years Ago

commercials pay the bills
John

10 Years Ago

And they are often more entertaining that the programmes themselves. At least with a book, you are n.. read more
One of your very best, Chris. I am enchanted.


Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

ALL of our writes ARE our children ya know? I wasn't goint to post this one til a reader on another.. read more
Dean

10 Years Ago

I agree and identify with that.
Winter brings trials...
to many
yet the beauty of decay
nurtures the unseen
for life does remain dormant
within humanities brittle dreams
just waiting...
waiting
to once again breathe

Stunning piece Chris xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


Unusual avatar picture brought me here
You have a unique style of writing. I like it....
Second to last stanza - touching with sorrow

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

The Pic IS me...Ren Fair Garb... the hair and beard are real
Lilac

10 Years Ago

Interesting..........
the Columbus Day Storm in 1962 was the first time I remember a natural event changing everything.. it was also the first time I saw my Father cry..

Posted 10 Years Ago


A soul touching account Chris... flowed through me like last nights storm.

Posted 10 Years Ago


But of course they are. This is a superb write, clean and thoughtful, cleverly constructed. A literary home run.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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