trust

i saw a man worn thin
I was posed bored amoung the brindle snow
"why are you made of glass" I asked
frozen sand giggled
"join us as our campfire" I bellowed

sunrays

everytime the seasons changed I grew another branch
he swung with dust and laughed from my leaves
"does this make sense" barked the owls

raccoons ate the yellow snow devouring its juices

the withered man walked siently away at nightfall
was he wearing death's robe?



sickle fell
leaves fell

and the yew fell
when i fell

Reviews

[Hope]

Clever piece! The narrator being the tree was the catalyst for me to read the poem probably 10 times in a row. As I read this in 2020 it feels like the mythical nature of the yew being cut down by a camper/wanderer looking like he's Death seems to be a kind of harbinger for the 21st century. You capture time and beauty so delicately and succinctly it's as though time stops in reading this piece. Thank you.

[Dorchadas]

I love this poem Periac... beautiful imagery... as always ~grins~
I love how the story unfolds from the trees perspective... very original

"the withered man walked siently away at nightfall
was he wearing death's robe?"

...very intense and foreboding... perfect prelude to an amazing end
...and I love the picture of the green man... very fitting ;)

[Periac]

...this piece takes place in a forest from a tree....as a camper/wanderer/ walks by
the tree sees the man and humanity as hollow...(glass)
animales and nature converse

then well he came and chopped the tree down

[Seriana]

Hehehe, not gonna lie, this one totally confuses me, but it's so you. Explain it to me Periac, I am easily confused. :)
It sounds great, whatever it is about. ;)