Tree Breath

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Incline an ear to the blistering bark of the tree to hear the riot that is its breathing. No singing here, the oak steps on the joyous blossoms at its feet, dishevelled thinks nothing so sweet. Flowers have larynxes to relay all we say in harmony. Trees have hearts to pray, but cheat, in breaths that ferment with each defeat. A heart splinters to redeem its forlorn place under man's feet. Release the cupid trapped in its rings of crawling things, still the tree won't sing. Though its lungs are all firmament, the clouds- black saturnine- are all mind. And so it thinks it shall not sink to compost dirt with flirting flowers of mirth. Cursed, takes an uncharacteristically narcissistic turn until at last it burns- our heat its urn. Returns death-smoke with heavy breathing. Every tree seething, chokes on six-legged screaming, hates us but we give it meaning, so they give us breath in turn.

Author's Note

my little brother exclaimed one day that he could hear the flowers sing. stopped to listen to each plant. To the first tree- "This one's not singing, just breathing."

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

Awesome!:) Loove it! :) The imagination of a child:P

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Great to read, love the style and the thoughts :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"This one's not singing, just breathing."
If people knew more about trees. They would realize they are alive and do great thing s for us. I enjoyed your thoughts and the logical ending. Life is give and take. The trees give us the needed air to breath. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote