The Slaughter of Trees

about paper, and what it means

searching for the perfect word

on virginal paper leads to the cut;

to oaken tears,to a sorrow of yews;

then the unbalance: rowdy tracks of

leaves and branches, the pushing

down against green bursts, the mud

and ways..as if we could claim to

find more truth than the idle wind

through trees on a summer`s night,

more than this hush, or a whisper.

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

personifying the usually "silent and idle" wind makes your narrative seem even more powerful and poignant; every unique execution on saving trees, such valuable nonrenewable resources

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reading poetry on the remains of slain trees...there is a whisper...mmm, not part of the poem, but a lament from the other trees...

the idle wind of poets...

there is much in this that doesn't meet the eye on first read....love your depth.
j.

[LKBillips]

Wow this is splendidly sad. You really have something with this one.