….
I’ve got a half a dozen things worth
saying – here are three:
The color of my skin is nothing.
Don’t you see
……these scars?
More than the earth is round,
…Love, everything comes full.
Please stay. The whole world’s
leaving
………me.
…
Prompted by Toads.
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🙂 or leafing me!
I wonder what the other three are….
“more than the earth is round” love that line
I love this poem! Especially the closing lines.
This is really beautiful. That first couplet was awfully bold. But you did indeed give three things I’m glad to have heard. Thank you.
Poor tree! k.
So sad…I ache for this tree…for all of them. The “Love” address in this is a magic touch. ♥
spare, vital, sorrowful ~
Straight to the point of truth, and yet on the verge of no return, all the while hoping not! I like it.
The very spare nature of these lines points to a deeply rooted tragedy… the neglect of trees echoes in the neglect of love itself and the world as a whole.
De, you have completely nailed a commonality to all of us, the scars we wear, either outside or inside. And one of the things we also share is the fear of being left alone. Beautiful
You’ve packed a lot of impact into these short phrases–they make me wonder who speaks, the tree, the sky, the human heart…or all three wrapped in a play of life and loss…this is the kind of poem I love, full of both mystery and its own certainties.
Oh! Ouch! Love. I cried. Thank you for this absolutely beautiful poem. I will stay as long as I can.
Your poem is heart breaking.
If it’s any consolation, there are more trees now in the U.S than there were 100 years ago.
I recently drove the length of Pennsylvania on the turnpike and then Rt 80. The State is deeply forested. I drove through Alabama earlier this year. From what I could see the state is one huge forest.
namaste
JzB
We live in a world where listening to trees is what we need to do.. but it might be too late.. really so much said in few words.