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Tree Talk - Silver

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Fired core is magic wand
writing wishes in blank spaces
flinging words like falling leaves
orange, red, yellow, brown
falling onto gray grounds
of a season’s divorce.

Trees know skin when they see it.

I talk to her, by gathering
phrases together under fine fronds

she speaks back in myths and tales
about mystery of skin-talk

tree-talks still happen after
industrial changes, even a sliver
of a pencil carries her voice

listen, she speaks to you now.


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  • Salt Therapy silver member
    February 10, 2007
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    Wow you and I are like exactly the same :| we wrote about the same thing, the same way...

    I hope you read my poem and let me know what you think. I think this is perfection I had no idea anybody was going to do trees! How funny

  • naked roots
    February 9, 2007
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    "even a sliver
    of a pencil carries her voice
    listen, she speaks to you now."

    Beautiful write all the way through, but I especially loved your finishing lines. Your words have a delicate, elegant flow to them, and I really enjoyed this read. Thank you very much for entering my contest.


  • kaibab silver member
    February 9, 2007

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    I was going to do trees and so glad I left it to your elegant representation...as they do hold hands and dance together...such a lovely write...queen of Nature in friendly competition.