The Slaughter Of Trees Poem by Leslie Philibert
The Slaughter Of Trees
searching for the perfect word on virginal paper
leads to the cut, to oaken tears, to a sorrow of yews;
then the unblance; rowdy tracks of leaves and branches:
the pushing down against green bursts, the mud and ways;
as if we could find more truth than the idle wind
through trees on a summer`s night, more than a whisper.
Friday, March 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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about paper..
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