#27 - mad tree

27^th January, 2020

27

mad tree

after Odysseus Elitis 

all up with

and pointed to catch

tree breathing

no one hears it

some wings drop

a beak

where eyes said

stoic

tune of a thousand years

not mattering who the tree will be

no one reads the rings

in all around the forest falling

fruited for windfall and theft

sunstruck

and stars askance

the night limbs

and all around

a forest falls

leaf was rain so budded since

stretch green as

survive the random will

moon glisten

breath by flower

generic

high as we hold with

blood run to distraction

in that spirit so

someone is climbing to play

expanding:

27

mad tree

all up with

and pointed to catch

tree breathing

no one hears it

nor will I name

some wings drop

a beak

where eyes said

stoic

the tune of a thousand years

not mattering who the tree will be

it has no hopes

but laughter and triumph

a nakedness too

no one reads the rings

in all around the forest falling

fruited for windfall and theft

here is a harvest of cloud

and here cicada sings

sunstruck

stars askance

the night limbs

all around

a forest falls

drunk on the dream

leaf was rain so budded since

stretch green as

survive the random will

moon glisten

breath by flower

generic

high as we hold with

blood run to distraction

in that spirit so

someone is climbing to play

pickout:

all up with

and pointed to catch

tree breathing

no one hears it

someone is climbing to play