Tuesday, November 17, 2015

a lament

the forest is coming down
the tired monk hears
 the trees fall
cut, split, corded
carted off
chainsaws steaming
in the cold front air






13 comments:

  1. So sad. I hate the sound of chainsaws.

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  2. The forest is indeed coming down.
    God help us all.

    Anna

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  3. This poem makes me sad for the forest really! I hope it is replanted....

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  4. perfectly fits the title - succintly sad

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  5. I think there is something dying in ourselves for every death of a tree... so sad.

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  6. Yes a lament that rips at our souls with every tree felled.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  7. Such a tragic thing to see the forest being cut down.

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  8. That to me is such a metaphor for what's going on in the world.... does make one feel tired and quite utterly helpless..

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  9. In so few words, you capture the sadness of a falling forest. Well done.

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  10. How heartless is that chainsaw...but always louder than tears...such seems the way of the world - sadly...lamentably

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  11. Tired out from praying otherwise, no doubt. Does this make him doubt?

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