"The Slaughter Of The Ents...

Nature has a way of changing with one breath... everything

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

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

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Outside my window

I see the bare bones of winter

standing still ..

I wonder if all living things

are lonely

in their winter ..

Do they feel the cold

beneath their skin

do they suffer pain ..

Is there any memory of spring;

When birds once sang

sweet songs of love

in every branch and limb

that reached ..


Outside my window

I see the bare bones of winter

standing so still ..

I wonder if all living things

are lonely

In their sleep ..


Jasmine

© 2013 J. J. Nightingale

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So many thoughts come to minds .. old.. new.. and living kinds
Tears are made of breath and breeze .. some are bound..some free
I know all the hearts of living things .. must grieve the loss of nature's beings..

Rings true .. and causes one to pause, and hold dear........Jazz

[Chris]

Jazz, you outdid yourself... that is one of you best hon... you DO need to post it on your pages and save it as well!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Aww .. Thank you Kind Sir ... was from 2010 .. on Boomer .. Happy Days To You ..:)

[J. J. Nightingale]

Do you mean post the last verse .. THAT is new .. from now..

[Chris]

yes, that too!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Is now there, second in line .. :)

[Ed Hart]

and in a flash our eyes are made different...powerfully spoken brother sir

[Chris]

A lot of people took a lot of very, very deep breaths.