you have a right to know everything
I promise you--in this dream where
no one has died yet--one more precise
than light, picture, or any kind of fire
it's the one where we are wading into
the grasses in the deeps of the prairie
following only the swell of the song
tracing failing light and falling night
which is the same night as last week's--
a future passes from one week to the next
and we meet up now and then, the living
and the lost... before we carry on and away
____________________
Pic: We've had a few trees come down last week... I don't even recall any big storms or high winds, but I may have been in my own head and not paying attention. I snapped right back to attention when I heard estimates on how EXPENSIVE it is to have trees removed. At the end of the first day, there was this Stonehenge-y installation Max was delighted to pee on.
12 comments:
Love the poem!
We've had some high winds a few times this spring, but nothing has brought trees down yet. Calgary had 90 km/hr winds, can you believe it? They have had the worst spring, meanwhile I'm sitting here with my flowers and garden.
I wish I could dream -- or remember them. You are so very eloquent and from the heart. Yikes -- you got the wind last week. One of my neighbor's trees had a big limb off too, but it didn't seem that windy to me. I can refer you to a good tree guy if needed. He did my work and Rick's after the tornado and is an arborist as well. Not sure how he stacks up with others but he took care of the stumps as well. Let me know!
Nice.
This poem is so quietly sorrowful, yet has a pinhole of hope. Each stanza has strength to almost be a poem on its own. I love the word choice and the movement, especially the repetition of the word AND in the final stanza--it inspires hope and conveys the eternity of time.
You also seem to be using consonance and alliteration more lately, and to great effect, especially in Stanza 2.
I really, really love this poem.
(Those poor trees! Suffering two humiliations. So sad.)
It must have been sad to lose so many trees. And pricy. It's a lot to get just one taken down.
Your lovely poem is so wistful. Now that all visits with your mom are subconscious, it makes the meetings more convoluted, right? I just mean that dreams are sometimes non-linear and jump around, so when I dream of my mom, it’s seldom like a corporeal visit would go.
Oh, those trees! How sad! I’m glad Max found some good use for them.
Yay for Kelowna! (90 km winds! Incroyable!)
So there was a wind! Was it at night? I just don't remember seeing or hearing anything... (Messaging you.)
Thanks!
Thank you, Nance <3. I wanted the title and the last word to loop together.
I should clarify that Max is exploring between different sections of the same tree--not several trees. But yes, poor trees!
Two in the back and one out front, Steph. It took them three days to cut the big one down, so I can't begrudge them what it cost... but yikes. Also, grateful it didn't fall on the house itself.
Laughing at your last comment, J (after smile-tearing at the rest) <3
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