Monday, August 16, 2010

Witness Trees

                                                Thursday Think Tank #10
                                                       Poets United

"For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be”
~Lord Alfred Tennyson


It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul. Share with us your poem about the eyes. If we vote right now for our prompt for the week…the eyes have it.

Witness Trees

They watch our scurrying in silence.
Building our anthills with fervor,
marching in lines.
They can't understand the noise, bloodshed and horror.
They observe us slaughtering each other
with colossal machines of death.
Back and forth we run
moving dirt this way and that
in rhythms of chaos and explosions.
In their motionlessness
they must think we're lunatics
Racing, pacing, interlacing stones with sky.
They must know by now that they should be afraid.
And even if they could grow eyes,
surely all they would do is cry.

11 comments:

Claudia said...

yes - how should the witness trees understand - even if they had eyes - when we don't understand ourselves what stupid things mankind is doing...

Dianne said...

Amazing poem... and so very true...

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

I often wonder, what nature makes of man's strange ways, in the world.
Witness Trees, what a superb idea!

A very different, but fresh thought.

Best wishes, Eileen

Jenny said...

Oh my. The visualization you created here is amazing.

rch said...

Hey TF, trees do seem sentient sometimes, nice take on the prompt.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Ah, I like the way you think and the way you see more then what reality show us. Your poem is excellent. Full of wonderful images and insight. True indeed, trees watch and wait. We are fellow Gemini's. I do not put much stock in that kind of stuff but I have seen much and read much poetry.It seems that we have an inner sight. My poetry is too often dark. In yours I see a soft glowing light. A way to walk the journey. Perhaps to find the way at it's end. Thanks for a great read. I will be back.

Melanie

kkrige said...

I perused your site and fell in love with your name (I just finished reading Charlotte's Web with my daughters 3 & 5), description of yourself (careful with them there scissors junior! HAAhaha) and the content I came across. Might have to come back and see a little more

jinksy said...

Trees have their own wisdom...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This poem is WONDERFUL. I am a huge tree lover, and often think the same way, how at our mercy they are, how peacefully they withstand (endure) all the horror. I cant imagine what they feel at the sound of chainsaws in the bush. Love the last lines, "all they would do is cry". Oh yes. Wonderful poem! I love it.

Carrie Burtt said...

I absolutely love this poem....awesome take on the prompt!! :-)

Maria Mcclain said...

Nice poem shared through this blog .Great work & I think you must choose website for advertising and marketing.