The Poverty of Trees (re-edited into blank verse)

Thanks to Michael for suggesting that I reform this into blank verse. It did have a natural meter I had not used to its full capability, leaving it as free verse.

Prone, reaching and vulnerable
I look up to the heavens
still searching for the answers,
answers that will never be
I walk alone in silence,
my company, the naked trees

 

Robbed of snow by naked sun

left with simply mud, alone,

to slosh up against the soles

of my aching, lonesome feet;

awed by silence that murmurs

of time slipping far away

I walk in silence, just me

and heaven, and naked trees

 

Weary and restless without

and within, I have no strength

left with which to cry aloud

while if a teardrop falls here

in the forest, none around

in honesty it never

no it never makes a sound

so I march, somber, muted

looking up into the trees

 

Naked like me: we shiver

we shiver as though one.

Reviews

[Michael]

You did a beautiful job editing. I hope you are as happy with it as I am. Changing a free verse to blank verse takes the work to a whole new lever of expression. Funny thing is most who read it will not even see the meter, they will just know it reads like a dream.

It is a beautiful read!

Great job!

[Tony]

It is like a quiet walk, in a troubled time, through compromised terrain. With a presence of foreboding.
I am looking for things I don't like or might change, but I am loathe to do so. Really, I like it as it is.