22 November 2023

Distress Signals

 


And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
~from Shakespeare's As You Like It

Act 2, 1: 14–17

 

 

If you hear the roaring of the wild,
become its tongue and broadcast
its distress signals in your own language.
 
Cry, Why cut me? and I am love! 
(Don't forget the love in grief, OH!)
Deepen the roar, discover the lyrics,
 
and participate in the song trees sing
now, not yesterday.  Be like the wind:
See how the wind lifts the trees’ voices?


 For Sherry's prompt "The Tongues of Falling Trees" at What's Going on?


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6 comments:

  1. I like the idea of becoming the tree's tongue and speaking for it in its distress. Louder, ever louder....who will hear? Who will listen?

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  2. "If you hear the roaring of the wild, / become its tongue"...Yes, this is our part to do. We must do that to lift the voice in distress. Such a timely poem.

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  3. This is so lovely, Susan. "Why cut me? I am love!" is just so true. How we despoil the beauty of this planet! This is a beautiful tree-tongue poem. I recall how you loved the tree in your yard at your former home.

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  4. I love this poem of sounds, Mary: the ‘roaring of the wild,’ the distress signals, lyrics, tree songs and voices.

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  5. Susan,
    I love the ability to hear the voices of the trees. It truly encourages a deeper appreciation for the trees around our surroundings and to act on those voices..

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  6. This is Susie Clevenger...Your poem moves me. I spent my whole life in love with trees. Your eloquent poem gives voice to the pain of trees losing their lives to men.

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