Best Branchless Poems

A tall branchless trunk,
With lush, palmate sun-kissed leaves:
Tropical beauty....

Continue reading...

By his hand was grown a forest
trees aligned as fence posts
trunks accentuated lavender and blue, 
but not as a spruce
and purple strokes, not disguised as prose
in a woodland cut short in proportion
somewhat a distortion of towering height
over wildflowers it stood,
sans a canopy of leaves
for the...

Continue reading...

DEFORESTATION
~~
Topical Tree Poetry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deforestation rife!
From copse to woodlands
And trees on their own suffer the knife!
Deforestation rife!
Rainforest to jungles,
Arboretums to parklands suffering strife
Deforestation rife!
There is suffering unseen.
To all macro, micro, wildlife.
Deforestation rife!
The whole world pays,
yes you, if you're married your wife.
Deforestation rife!
Nothing is safe, trees breathe for...

Continue reading...

Woodsmen Day ( Poem)

Sport using handsaws
With a toothed edge blade
One or two handed sawing
On a woodsmen fair day

Traditional log rolling
Is a lumberjacks technique
Style used in river driving
The illustration is unique

Springboard tree is branchless
With live action you can’t beat
 Platform board is dangerous
A risk if you...

Continue reading...

It’s just another story in the wind
Of the naked trees with their 
Hollow dreams…
Like the creak of the wooden door…
Like the smell of fuming lumber.
It’s this song that blows 
In the breeze
With the ashes of our 
Torn down leafs…
Two shrubs with our thoughts
Scattered along the...

Continue reading...

DUST DEVILS
-
Topical Tree Poetry
~~~~~~~~~~

//\\
the African plains
once lush... verdant... living
dust devils now reign
[[[]]]
in the jungle
the sightly found a living
all the jungles... gone...
[[[]]]
dust devils thriving
anhydrous ere the dew drops
beetles salvation
[[[]]]
nature provides
many niches...  dew drops... life
the early birds drink
dry
arid
dried
desert
barren
drought
desolate
torrefied
dehydrated
wet
~~~~~

'Topical Tree Poetry: Defined:'
A new form of poetry invented...

Continue reading...

THE JOY OF LIFE
SNOWBALLING


~~~~~~~~~~

the joy of life
snowballing
I've tried and tried to entice
belief in that all snowballs end up thawing
the joy of life
is quickly going to disappear
I've tried and tried to entice
belief in our need for fresh air
the joy of life
is hanging by a thread
I've tried...

Continue reading...

LOVE
love a human trait
togetherness in nature
instinctive you will find
love
amour
ardour
liaison
devotion
adoration
endearment
idolization
besottedness
unselfishness
hate
~~~
~~
~


'Topical Tree Poetry: Defined:'
A new form of poetry invented by me, (Mick E Talbot), utilising, the 'shape' poetry format overall. Using the 'snowball' poetry form for the trunk, and any form that makes for a good canopy....

Continue reading...

Winter Wilds

Calm down the forest greens
Branchless trees stripped bare
Torn apart by weight
Broken limbs by seasons ice
Coupled with sinister wind 
Blown away are the leaves and twigs
Tall trunks stand naked on the tundra
Wild, vast distances exposed
Clouds gather birds, insects with lost shelters, homes
No place to hide...

Continue reading...

Sold Out
The blogger screams
And I trembling
Naked before the fogless eyes
Dangled like butcher's meat
Stand on the auction block again, the mist of profits screening pain.



Against the gavel rising and falling
Leading bidders for my flesh speak superficial of my loveliness
Orishas mangled in the history of my undoing
Native...

Continue reading...

Hewn with story untold
Towering mass cut then rolled
Bared, stripped leaving majestic mold
Surrounded with ringed truths manifold
Cored, its residual value poled
Branchless foil whose tender hath been sold
Slighted twig, limb but unvarnished dome not doled
On its base remaining premium scrolled
Trite, sentimental heirloom pared bold
Statuesque sentinal in sylvan...

Continue reading...

Deep in the woods, nearly three miles back,
far from New York with its tall glass and steel,
on a low ridge that has no proper name,
I stumble on something that feels surreal.

An old-growth forest grove, somehow survived
the thirst of furnaces and logging claims,
straight white pines that,...

Continue reading...

Anchor buried spurs ensure attachment
Hatches battoned down forbid intrusion 
Watertight twine form fidelity's augment 
Underpinning intimacy, disciplined union

Ashore in our two mortal trampled petals
Synchronisity sings in branchless canopy 
Rose vine vital blood throbs bloat vessels
Deviating tracks twist thorns into arteries

Wants collide on potpurri crackle pungent...

Continue reading...

     Undergrowth painted on the canvas
     showing kaleidoscope of feral flower bed.
     Simultaneous two human figures.
    Man is stepping forward 
      on shrubs, herbs !
...

Continue reading...

These thoughts we frame and title
hang now from long defunct dendrites,
made branchless by the passé and pointless
now all strung-up upon threadbare strings.

Ones or twice the hanged are molested
by magpies seeking baubles for their nests,
yet most go unrobbed and remain as still as death,
or they twist...

Continue reading...