One of the fallen (poem) by stan n nassano on AuthorsDen

One of the fallen
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One of the Fallen As I pass through this place this tree cemetery no……….more like a tree purgatory I hear, as they so quietly, bend breaking slowly away, from the green forest they once knew Swaying gently in the morning their fate, determined 4 summers ago as they stood in the path of a raging furry swept away by the fire standing now alone yet with others stripped bare a forest no more replaced with shades of gray emptiness Charred Blackened trunks fleshy bark peeling away exposing, the silvery underbelly snowy white in the glaring sun Now a, useless wind whistle hollow and empty outstretched arms, sounding fluted mournful notes skyward In the evening breeze the useless diseased fingers breaking away watching the sunsets counting days till, summers end, each shadow growing smaller season by season day by day Until, the crash dragged down crushed by their own weight along side left to rest one Of the fallen ones Snassano 08-22-08

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 22, 2008

Intersting images and messages here my friend...like the way you blended nature and humanity....
Fee

Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)

fallen seems to be a theme of alte; so allegorical you write; of life, of love, of loss, of resurrection. . .. life circling. ..
i love your writes.
they let me stretch and breathe.
> <(\/)e

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Nice work Stan as always.. but this is so poignant.

Myrna

Reviewed by Charlie

I was just thinking/writing about the same thing the other day. You can't help but look at "one of the fallen ones" and imagine what it must have been like. The trees take on characters-- become ents in our eyes, so tall, majestic, and permanent, and then FIRE! Ashes, ashes, they all fall down... it is sad. --Charlie

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Stan, wouldn't it be great if new life could
emerge from the ashes alongside the fallen ones?
-gene.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

I've wandered through many tree cemeteries, and it always makes me very sad.

And I read your latest blog, sounds like quite a trip, my friend.