5 May 2018

I heard the trees screaming



I heard the trees screaming
air slowly stirred, countered
the clock, wind chime
piped a warning, 
the dragon exhaled
breathed fire from the belly
listen to this fury, child
bide the while 
in the pitch of tar
for the blackness bleeding
your heart
feel the ripping
witness to the screaming
as limbs twist, split 
cleave the ground
- you are She 


©P.A.Kynda Palazy
all rights reserved

plated for our host Hedge @ Verse Escape: Friday 55

image: public domain

9 comments:

  1. "Weather retort" indeed. This puts me in mind if the fissures in Hawaii. I felt badly for the trees being deluged with all that lava and black ash.

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    1. well fire begets new life, although under lava, which hardens to rock? that's just another new crust for life, eventually - but we won't live to see it ... and yeah, ash - wow - isn't that just the dirtiest form of natural life sucking pollution ... crazy how this all comes out

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  2. So many flavors here; turning the words over on my tongue. I feel storm and wrack, Nature's and spirit's, above and below, inside and out..I especially like '...countering the clock.." and '..in the pitch of tar..' Thanks so much for playing, willow, and may the remainder of your weekend kick ass.

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    1. thanks for hosting Hedge - this was just a feeble attempt to try to figure out the words which are on a walkabout without me ~ brain fried .... maybe next week will yield something better? *shrugging* - but it was one hell of a storm ...

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  3. Wow.. synchronicity.. your poem has a dragon and a heart in it and so does mine...

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    1. LOL - must be something in the cosmic waters ... but your piece is far stronger and better worded, and intriguing!

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  4. "you are She" at the end makes me curious as to whether there is more than weather at play here...perhaps some personal empowerment?

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    1. that was the intention ... but this week, my words are somewhere else ... my brain has turned to soup

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    2. A nice complement for mine, which has turned to mush.

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, it's appreciated