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I swim backwards through history
to when humans knew trees by heart,
kinship and vari-colored skin.
I’m sycamore and birch along
fast winter streams. My skin crackles
and papers off until I’m left
A mottled naked soul among
brown, gray and evergreen siblings—
trees I need and will never leave.
to when humans knew trees by heart,
kinship and vari-colored skin.
I’m sycamore and birch along
fast winter streams. My skin crackles
and papers off until I’m left
A mottled naked soul among
brown, gray and evergreen siblings—
trees I need and will never leave.
For Poets United
Poetry Pantry #282
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
Back to when we knew the trees as Standing People. Wonderful, Susan!
ReplyDeleteThis speaks to me.
ReplyDeletewe all hanker for some kind of permanence in our lives; ah but life is dynamic, we grown and learn
ReplyDeletemuch love...
beautiful Susan..."trees I need.." should be the inner voice of the humans too....
ReplyDeleteOh I love the thought of thinking back to be a tree... :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, when we once knew the names of trees and heard their voices. The white birch is a symbol of renewal with the shedding of skin.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written
This is soo beautiful! Love the thought of being closer to nature :D
ReplyDeleteWonderfully done :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Sometimes laying ourselves bare - peeling back the bark is tender and beautiful - not stark and cold...the former definitely shines in this beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the idea of swimming back through history! If only we could...and then make some changes along the way.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! There is such primal passion in these lines ... a peaceful transcendence is conferred upon the reader. A reverent, impactful piece. A powerful write!
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