BTT #31: A Death in the Wild

death in the wild
Jilly at dVerse Poets pub prompted us to take a walk in the wild.  So join us as we tread quietly among the birds and darkness and the profound knowledge that we are not the largest thing in the forest.  Here is a link to her posted prompt where the wild things are,full of both quietude and rumpus.  https://dversepoets.com/2018/05/01/lets-get-wild/

 

A Death in the Wild
                ·
A tree grows
Not to be harvested
But to fall
Crashing down
Violently among the straight
Pillars of its kin
With no flat
Stump to gaze cleanly
Back at the
Sun like a
Forgotten tombstone sealing
Roots that cannot find
The body
That has been pressed to
Service as
Lumber or
As paper or perhaps to
Just lie waiting to
Be burned, stacked
In narrow corners
Built to keep
The split and
Fractured portions of timber
Ready, crisp, and dry.
                ·
With a good
Death a tree almost
Seems alive
With friends and
Neighbors tapping and probing,
Visiting not just
To bring clipped
Flowers or funeral
Potatoes
But to crawl
Invading into sinews
To devour and turn
The splintered
Cover of her skin
And then her
Very heart
To the dark soil of her grave
To feed her silent
Children who
Do not intend just
To linger,
But to live
Anchored around her prolonged
Senescence as they
Reach up in
Solemn reflection
Of her form
Toward the
Round edges of the walls of
Swift retreating sky.
                ·
This is how
I found her lying
Silent by
Quiet ways
A maze of tangled eulogy
Hanging softly in
The moist air
Without the burdens
Being felt
Or spoken,
The needs of offspring filled by
Simple presence and
Embrace of
Lassitudinous
Slow resting
Hearts that beat
Now to live untamed but will
Not stay unbroken.
                ·
 – Lona Gynt  May 2018
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…friends and neighbors tapping and probing… invading sinews… devouring.  True confession time: this poem started growing in my mind as an inverse symmetry to Frank Hubeny’s Poem “Park Shade.”  It is a lovely poem here is the link:                    https://frankhubeny.blog/2017/10/05/park-shade/

 

All rights reserved by Lona Gynt, May 2018.  Attributed re-blogging is welcome.

17 thoughts on “BTT #31: A Death in the Wild

  1. The wildness of her death came through with every line but was particularly felt when compared to the clean cut of a saw, a harvested death. I think she was left to truly rest in peace though, with her sharp splinters of stump mirroring the forest and “a maze of tangled eulogy” hanging in the air. What a wonderful poem, Lona, and I’m so glad you joined us!

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    1. I am so glad to be able to be with dVerse, the quality of art here is really amazing. I am especially glad that the wildness was felt by you. Thank you Amaya, your poetry is a great example of wildness restrained, but not tamed, by faith and covenant. Such a blessing for me to be here.

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  2. A lovely poem–death and rebirth–it’s all part of our world. Trees are special though.
    I especially liked these lines: “A maze of tangled eulogy
    Hanging softly in
    The moist air
    Without the burdens
    Being felt
    Or spoken,”

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