by Maxine M Morse
Monday, December 15, 2008
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On dec. 10th, 2008 I was living alone in Merrimack , Nh. A sever freezing rain ice storm came that evening. Around 11pm. It had been lightly raining, nothing to fear in a light rain, sort of calming in its gentle patter on my window. The power went out and as I sat in silence the beauty of life played its song for me. I experienced something spiritual in the smallness of it all, in the darkness, alone. Five days later Edison ís world returns here and I am left with one of lifeís experiences, freshly part of my mind. Still pondering my place in the universe, no one may remember, but I lived.
Sometimes itís not the event, its how you experienced it. So I give you this poem written for the death of treeís.
Biblical is what it was, the cracking and crying of the trees.
Weeping in sounds of thunder, cries in cracking screams.
The blood of so many trees, smell of fresh pine tainted air, in a cold mist.
A strange silence between each death, droplets applaud their ends, on beating roofs.
We were reduced in seconds, silent, listening to the sound of rain broken by exploding branches.
Taken in silence, in darkness, no modern noise of mans presence.
To dawn my coat, hat in hand, into the night, to taste the monument.
Standing, cold rain on my face, biting, painful in its attack.
The houses, black, no light, silent but the rain and the treeís.
All the things we counted on, now silent, of no value.
A step down from twentieth century life, to a taste of times past.
Humbled by a few degrees and a fine rain.
Edison ís world fells silent, natureís most basic action wins.
At a cost, of dying treeís.
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|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|An excellent poem you have written,I enjoy reading it,take care
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Very sensitive and sensible look at what happened. And you turned this experience into some kind of revelation, an encounter with perspectives that we seem to loose in our lives, by being or feeling protected, distant from nature, climate, darkness and it's so good to learn from that and redefine our place in nature.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The spiritual scope and magnitude is very evident as a revelation entered your space...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by 000 000
|Unusual and uniquely written-dying trees
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Sharing these thoughts about darkness and falling trees is essentially a neat idea. Good words here to live by.|