Metaphysic Circumlocution Poem by Smoky Hoss
Metaphysic Circumlocution
One tree
in the foreground of all trees ever formed,
standing in the wind blowing
above and beyond the norm
topples over
falls slowly down,
and there lays obstensibly
upon the frozen ground
all alone
deep in the world's snowy cracks,
wrung and ready
for the axe
and I with barbarous blade in hand
stop, turn and look back,
noticing the tree made no sound...
and I, have left no tracks
Mystifying indeed Smoky, one could ponder for a long time on this one - very deep.
Great writing, I loved the intriguing question underlying the last lines 'what/who was cut down...if cut at all', thought provoking, and full of (metaphysical) suspense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:34:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Another totally complex poem, yet simple enough to give thought on the life of a tree, and the feelings we can not see. Excellent! ! !