The Poverty of Trees

Originally written as free verse, I turned this into blank verse, one of the few poems I ever edited instead of leaving as is.

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

[Lorraine]

It's amazing the way you describe the trees as both a companion to yourself and a comparison to you. Moreover, there's just something so powerful about describing nature as naked. Somehow, I never saw them that way, but after reading your poem, I guess the word works.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was really sad and yet I still could see that correlation between you and the trees as a symbol of you still knowing you matter in this world and are never truly alone. Another amazing piece of poetry.