I wandered through the forest felled.
Its stumps arrayed as scars.
Its bird song larks forever quelled,
to axed-silent memoirs.
Remnants of trees are now a maze,
traced by entrails of mists.
Curling up as veils between leaves,
that once held memories.
The moon's face shunned, shamed.
The wind scurried all around,
the graves of trees blatantly maimed,
along paths no feet had ground.
The forest of trees, lost its leaves.
Lost its old trunks of dreams.
Lost all its shade and shadows cast,
to vast bright white clearings.
I saw the ancient remnant dells,
spared of incumbent trees,
get crowded out by death-neath spells,
of clearings, felled down to knees.
Categories:
felled, emotions, tree,
Form: Verse
Deprived of your love I become a will-o-the-wisp,
a ghostlike entity, whose illumination has faded
with the echoing of your final word, "Goodbye."
Not a daunting wisp of the shimmering kind,
nor one to haunt or harm. Feel no alarm from me
for I am no longer whole, the woman I used to be.
Without your hand to hold, your lips to kiss,
your arms enfolding me close to your chest,
there would be no love to quell my need.
Desire would wither like a forsaken seed.
Felled, would be my heart as if it were a tree.
The brokenness of me would be conceded,
left alone to live with yearning and in misery.
My heart would die a little each day,
without hope of being resurrected.
Its beat would slow, severely impeded.
I would live in a grayling world on my own
where Winter winds would chill my bones.
I would stand on the edge of a frozen lake
contemplating inching my way to the middle,
knowing water flows there, swiftly to the sea.
A break in the ice would end my heartache
as I ride on the current like a felled tree.
Categories:
felled, lost love,
Form: Free verse
a tree can cast shade
too any form of matter~
i used to bear fruit
Categories:
felled, muse,
Form: Senryu
They searched for fruit
That subconscious memory of flavour
That lingered scent, that succulence,
That soul satisfying savour.
But the tree that bore their bounty
Had long ago been hacked
By the very axe they carried
On their bent and broken backs.
Each day they passed to pluck at fruit
Their axe had made its mark
They did not take it from their backs
To hang upon its bark
And then one day that tree was felled
Their final cut the last
And memory of the saving fruit
Now long ago has passed.
Categories:
felled, allegory, christian,
Form: Rhyme
That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled
Deed was dark, day of its felling
deafening that mighty crash!
Tragic this tale of the telling
thoughtless men, acting so rash.
Where rests now, its flying hordes,
winged weary and storm attacked?
Hammer and nails will pierce its boards
another forest gem ransacked!
Horror struck, sight of destruction
young lad, heart was thus impaled;
needed wisdom, life's instruction
on why sincere prayer had failed!
Mighty oak, child's treasured friend
taken, slain as if not alive,
yes, said - all things come to this end
greed is gold, for its luster strive.
When death invades, innocence lost
will such deep scars ever heal?
Can gold thus gained, justify cost
when a child finds heart break real?
R.J. Lindley,
May 25th, 1977
Note- (Poem was inspired by the (1968) cutting down of our childhood castle, swing and climbing kingdom of childhood fantasy). My younger brothers and sisters cried..
Forest behind our home was being timbered out for its dollar value in its old,mighty and majestic oak trees.
Although land was owned by others, children see such gems when so loved as their own..
Categories:
felled, childhood, loss, love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Silence Felled
Lurking in dark corners
The swamp stirs in the night
As the deceiver rises
Begging to share his illusions might
Only behind the veil
Does he let his murky words sail
Deceiving the lady of the house
While he runs like a little mouse
He drinks a mans ale
Then double crosses once stale
Armies can’t fight the silent one
He hides in the corners of your mind
Draw blood with your pen
Let him flow towards the hither end
The skeleton can’t do much with his quill
Stabbed of his devious will
Categories:
felled, art, dark, evil, integrity,
Form: Free verse
had my heart broken
way back when i was too young
happens any time
© Goode Guy 2013-03-02
Categories:
felled, introspection, life, lost love,
Form: Haiku
a savage wind
a lightning flash
a thunder crash
brings it back
shadow felled
hopeless hell
my heart nailed
in a pine box
monsoon rain
washes away
answers vague
your response
Categories:
felled, angst, lost love
Form: Verse
Freedom to be who we are
Obtrusive, then no longer a star
Rude to others, which i don't understand
Eternally, not on Poetry Soups land
Stay away, recant your thoughts
Tomorrow will change you? i doubt that not
Categories:
felled, people
Form: Acrostic
I walk in the pathetic pages of a used tired book
Crushed by the heavy leaves that lied to me
The older I become, the angrier I see
orange, red, yellow peeling
Panting, painting, pelting poems
against a soggy canvas and sagging
lines like tired feet held together with
sad gray shoes
We're the oldest ones here
The doctor is so young
The lawyer is a child
The children are all grown
My grandbaby is going to college
Still when I brushed my hair today
and sashayed by you
a lilt to my tongue and a
swagger in my lips
I curved a kiss to you and
blew an ocean of windtossed
leaves
I scooted under them
like a silly child
Smelling the earth
Rooting like a piglet
When did Tubman push her
passengers along
Putting nails in trees to indicate
the turn in the fog
the fork in the road
If she could work into
the autumn and beyond
Why kant I rite the lanterns
of my life?
And in autumn
You don't need permission
To fall and land in earthy
grandeur
Staggering, solemn, orange
Reborn like a felled tree
Categories:
felled, black african american, family,
Form: Bio