Hacked And Shorn Poem by Helen Maeda

Hacked And Shorn



Pity
These butchered naked forms
Grudgingly bejeweled
In poor scatterings of ruby and gold
Pity these gnarled, scarred limbs
Their annual mutilation
Summer glory brutally stolen
Stunted, sad standing now
Hacked and shorn
Prematurely
Early hints of red and gold lie strewn amongst
The trampled green
This autumn splendour
Never to be witnessed
On these grey streets
Pity you
Inconvenient leaves

Pity you

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In Hiroshima every year the trees lining the city streets are brutally stripped of all their leaves and branches are hacked leaving behind sad stunted forms and grey concrete streets. Presumably it's to stop the inconvenience and mess of fallen leaves littering the streets but to me it was always such a sad loss of beauty and moved and angered me to write this poem.

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(October 2011)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 19 December 2012

Pity you. Heart touching. thanks.

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