Burial Forest

My first Villanelle. Think of it as a poem of death through life. The account of a tree monologing through the torture of the seasons, the burial of life. Feeding off the dead, we are all parasites.

Leaf that grows from the sorrow

The flesh that covers the marrow

Greenery coral, reborn or dead, haunted between the seasons of tomorrow

 

Bone planted like an antler in the ground

Dismantling the forest with its deathless chorus, destroy the

Leaf that grows from the sorrow

 

Buried cold in the coffin of earth

The tusks of dirt give birth frozen to undead unbroken, forgotten is the

Greenery coral, reborn or dead haunted between the seasons of tomorrow

 

Spring brings the syringe of light like a bright juice into my shoulder

The smouldering sun burns my tongue like I’m no one, bleeding life undone

Leaf that covers the sorrow

 

Summer grows flesh onto my crushed spirit, my bone marrow

Sterile heat festers like a jester in my court, parasite life vomits from my throat

Greenery coral, reborn or dead haunted between the seasons of tomorrow

 

As the seasons pass me by, I cannot hope but cry, the torturer inside my eyes widen in spite of the woodland war of sirens

The forest stays quiet, eating off the hate that we lie on, the bodies my mental tendrils dine on, the dead are inside us, my stomach crying for the

Leaf that grows from the sorrow

Greenery coral, reborn or dead, haunted between the seasons of tomorrow

Author's Note

I was thinking of calling this poem Forest of Death. Couldn't make my mind up. You can call it whatever you feel works best!

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

I like the name you stuck with, I think it gave it more depth. I like the morality of this poem, I always thought of leafs as very peaceful

[Zhavy]

Perfect length Jack. You already know what I'm going to say, I love that you used some formatting to break up the lines. As I said it's a lot more enticing and attractive to the reader, keep up the great work.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Zhavy, I'm learning new forms of poetry these days, so you might see some changes. This kind of poem was a first. Most of my poems have the issue of being chunky and dense, some people like that, others don't, but I'm trying to find my style and my own balance. I'll keep pumping out poems, getting better, and hopefully keeping creating different varieties. I love poetry, so I want to learn how to make a unique poem every time. That's the plan. I'm happy this poem works. I'll be sure to read some of your poetry in my spare time, although I'm not much for reviews, I do enjoy a good read, so I'll check out your poems Zhavy!

[Davidgeo]

Reminds me of an Elton John song... that one from The Lion King.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I think I know which one you mean. That's a funny take on this poem. I can't look at the poem the same way anymore! Laughed a little too.

[Davidgeo]

For being a lion, Simba was kind of a p***y-cake.

[Najam Us Saher]

It's a dark forest where a soul's deepest thoughts are buried deep.
Very descriptive.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Najam!

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome.