White Noise

As naturally as the oak bears an acorn, and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done. - Thoreau

Deep in the marrow of the eternal forest.

Standing tall against the barbed wire of indifference.

Passing the collection plate.

Making an offering to the green, living God.

The trees gossip their good news.

Humming humanity.

Tickling the ivories of truth.

Dancing their sermon with the tango king.

Walking in the sun.

Unscathed by Hell's hothouse.

Fidgeting in their neatly aligned pews.

Raising their hands impatiently up to the sky like children in a classroom.

Because they know the answer and can't wait to be called upon.

Their lofty branches forming slingshots with which to slay giants.

Rise up from the ashes.

Your time is now.

The hour dire.

It's about what isn't being said.

What goes on inside of your head.

And how your soul gets fed.

Standing with grace and poise.

As you listen to the quiet roar of ...

... white noise ...

Author's Note

"A queen might be proud to walk where these gallant trees have spread their bright cloaks in the mud. I see wagons roll over them as a shadow or reflection, and the drivers heed them just as little as they did their own shadows before." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

It is said that all God's creatures worship Him in their own way, in their assigned roles. I like how you compare the trees to worshipers. Very powerful imagery you use to accompany that. You are inspiring us as Thoreau still do. Thank you Pete for sharing your pen with your readers.

[Pete]

yes, i have heard that and know it from living. thank you for sharing thoughts sami ...

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome sir Pete...

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

Fantastic poem, the imagery of knowing the answer and raising of hands, everything you did with this poem spoke to me.

[Pete]

thanks r.j. that's why we read & write, right - to get inside each others heads and see what's going on there. stay cool my friend ... :)