heart-wood
heart-wood
based on “Trees” by W. S. Merwin
arms outstretched
without opinion or judgement
whatever sphere there is
after this dimensional
green
what will I regret
other than those unacknowledged
conspirators their pooled
shadows waded in by those
who never look
up or
consider the paper’d skin
calloused muscles shouldering
overhead
without the tongue
of tree are their names
more significant that the scar
of a falling star that fists
its way across my dreams
I sleep in a green cradle
while the trees
pass me on
to the next
exclaiming over my beauty
pliant and forgiving
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there is something as gentle as lulling in infancy in this one, there’s a real sense of refuge in this. loved it very much. favorite lines …I sleep in a green cradle/while the trees/pass me on/to the next/exclaiming over my beauty/pliant and forgiving. ….. so much surrender. thank you.
Beautiful lines, Brigit. Love “a falling star that fists
its way across my dreams
I sleep in a green cradle
while the trees
pass me on
to the next.”
thanks for the responses! I urge you to read Merwin’s “Trees” as well – it’s such a delight to “respond” to a poem that one loves – the spark is passed on, hand to hand.