The Tree Cutters

The Tree Cutters

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
"

not just about trees

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Roadside trees falling to the bottom of the sea,
orange moonmen with profiles of edges and plastic,
buzz like angry bees, so I crouch lost and wordless
in the middle of the earth,
under the forest, under moss, behind roots,
but having small stones thrown into my eyes,
am unable to look upwards,
standing ashamed in my fern grave,
trucks rumble past, even a massacre of pigs
would leave them unconcerned, runed,
coloured with the names of distant places,
edges of strange towns alongside sand and gravel 
and the radio in my car lights green,
fighting to regain sanity, helpless,
all meaning down to a pulse, reason
is sick this morning, just a lost voice. 

© 2012 Leslie Philibert


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Somebody up the road from us has a logger cleaning them out...So far just a wide muddy path through the trees. I can hear the trees cracking and falling all day. I hate it. So close to home.

Your poem tells of much more, the bigger picture, really. I wish I had it in my power to change that, just can't figure out what that might.

Certainly a beautiful but haunting poem, it sure made me think.

And thank you for that.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I like poetry where everything happens. Thats it Leslie. Poetry should take
you places, not leave you in unknown places..I enjoy your poetry so very much.
thanks for sharing...hder.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The last stanza is so good that it almost overshadows its predecessors.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I was in the woods and on the road. Way to paint a picture. Very nice thank you

Posted 12 Years Ago


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then they grind up the trees to make the paper to fill our mailboxes with junk offers...meanwhile the giving trees give and give until the last tree standing gives up the ghost, amen

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i really enjoyed this write i loved the imagery alot.

Posted 12 Years Ago


"Reason is sick this morning, just a lost voice."

I think I'm a fan of your words. Almost feels like I could've written it myself, though with much lesser eloquence. Much better than my own, judging by the two poems I've read.

And thank you for your review.

Posted 12 Years Ago


woah this took me right out of the norm and into a strange and alien landscape of forests, destruction and weirdness.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The imagery in this was off the charts......Whisk

Posted 12 Years Ago


i might have driven through words like these once, but they didn't follow me home

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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