Silence of Trees

11/13/15

 

The silence between us
and the autumn trees
holds the story
of all the fallen
on the long road
of violence, outcast
from the garden
by the madness
we refuse to define.

 

 

Silence of Trees


 


12 Responses to “Silence of Trees”

  1. T Johansson says:

    I weep with you, Dear Brother…

  2. So true. Timed so well. My madness is rage and fury against those who lash out. Who to blame….that is the question?

  3. Richard says:

    Poignant. Also a novel by the same name: Silence of Trees by Lupescu

  4. David Banner says:

    In my shamanic apprenticeship, I once saw all the luminous fibers connecting all the trees to each other….it was so inspiring….

  5. Jane says:

    Stunningly beautiful. Thank you for this timely piece.

  6. Paul Blythe says:

    Thanks Don, The current problems in France reflect the indifference in Western society, contrasted with martyrdom. The trees do their bit to comfort humans. I am thankful for trees of my childhood. Your poem is a reminder of their blessing nature.

  7. Rose says:

    Eloquent and true. Thanks, Don.

  8. The image in this case is quite integral to the poem–I like that marriage.

  9. Bill Gordon says:

    As others already said, very timely! Beautifully written.

  10. dennis lopez says:

    This one’s tight as a nickel!

  11. Maria Frid says:

    I am very aware of the immense violence of war every time we pass Arlington Cemetery, or when our work takes us to Walter Reed National Medical Military Center where we find thousands of young folks with horrible disfigurations from combat. Our culture has made a monument to the fallen at war. Heroes that kept us safe yet we can’t seem to provide for the veterans’ well being after war. Young children salute our military men, billions are spent on the military industrial complex and war is seen as a necessary part of living. The madness needs to be defined! Thank you, Don!

  12. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    Thank you Don. The depth of sorrow sits in a seemingly bottomless pit in my heart. I hold there, lest I forget to be kind to my brothers and sisters

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