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edenfalling) wrote2009-04-14 05:37 pm
edenfalling) wrote2009-04-14 05:37 pm
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[Poetry] "Inland, Walking South"
In honor of National Poetry Month (speaking of which, why is there not an international poetry month? inquiring minds want to know!), I am going to inflict one of my old poems on you. *grin*
I wrote this in summer of 2001, after taking a walk on Star Island.
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Inland, Walking South
This is the trees' graveyard,
here along the grassy path, lined by mounds
and hollows and thin, many-trunked birches,
ghostly in the leaf-green light.
Fifty years ago and more,
storms toppled the cathedral pines;
nothing has replaced them but grass
and silence.
Dry limbs and trunks, bones of birches
grown and fallen since the storm,
lie broken beneath the mounds;
their tendons line the path.
In the west, clouds gather; sunlight
slants through the leaves in quick absolution;
ghosts of birches shiver as the wind
shifts north.
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In other news, I definitely overdid it yesterday at work -- my cold struck back with a vengeance overnight. *sigh* But I seem to be getting moderately better, and tomorrow is a shorter shift (7 hours vs. 9 hours) which I can probably cut down even more (leaving at 5:30pm is a long and honorable tradition), so hopefully I won't relapse again.
*scuttles off to try writing "Secrets"*
I wrote this in summer of 2001, after taking a walk on Star Island.
---------------
Inland, Walking South
This is the trees' graveyard,
here along the grassy path, lined by mounds
and hollows and thin, many-trunked birches,
ghostly in the leaf-green light.
Fifty years ago and more,
storms toppled the cathedral pines;
nothing has replaced them but grass
and silence.
Dry limbs and trunks, bones of birches
grown and fallen since the storm,
lie broken beneath the mounds;
their tendons line the path.
In the west, clouds gather; sunlight
slants through the leaves in quick absolution;
ghosts of birches shiver as the wind
shifts north.
---------------------------------------------
In other news, I definitely overdid it yesterday at work -- my cold struck back with a vengeance overnight. *sigh* But I seem to be getting moderately better, and tomorrow is a shorter shift (7 hours vs. 9 hours) which I can probably cut down even more (leaving at 5:30pm is a long and honorable tradition), so hopefully I won't relapse again.
*scuttles off to try writing "Secrets"*