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Sep 03
poem
k.daigle

to hear the trees talk

Hiding beneath a blanket of daylight, 
I hear them. 

They don't know I'm here, 
a human buried in their presence,

listening to them hum their language of old 
twisted tongue and the wind whistling 

between their teeth. 
The sun's rays move around their bodies,

and they titter at the thought of being 
draped in robes of solar power. 

They imagine the bugs crawling 
on their limbs are pets, 

giving them names to dote upon, 
the birds are their friends,

the fox slinking nearby
a stranger. 

The trees entertain
the idea of humans, 

the same way we humor the view of a dog. 
But beneath that, a hint of loathing, 

a whisper of war in their hearts. 
We have killed too many of them, 

their kind cut in half 
as we cut them with axes. 

To be a tree is to be ethereal, 
but it is to also be endangered. 

A bug flies up my nose, 
and I sneeze. 

The forest falls silent
as it always is, 

but I heard the trees talk. 
I did. 
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Posted: 09.03.19
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Sep 04, 2019

    I love how this is written in lines of two. It drives the poem forward and gives the right amount of attention to each line and word, which is wonderful, as this poem is lovely.

    Shannon Ripp

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  1. k.daigle
    Sep 04, 2019

    Thank you so much for your kind words! :)

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  1. irishjayne
    Sep 04, 2019

    This tells a really creative and layered story, and was such an enjoyable read! I also liked how it was written in carefully crafted lines of two. It added an interesting rhythm even as I read it in my head, and also visual interest on the page.

    Courtney McDermott

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  1. k.daigle
    Sep 05, 2019

    Thank you! I tried to make it less visually boring with the lines broken up like that, and I'm glad they had the intended affect!

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