Friday, May 3, 2013

On(c)e - the rain forest



here, the sky is my ceiling-  
mountains feed me
while the rain quenches my thirst-

the medicine man knows the
healing powers of each leaf
& roots in this forest-

which is always birthing,
crackling, rustling of wet wings, 
hiss, scuttle and rush of feet across the floor- 

here, i soak the spirit of the old trees
with wide bellies and broad limbs,
inhale the fresh air, heal the weary eyes....   

do you hear that ?
the grinding teeth-
pulling roots, breaking limbs, ripping of lungs- 

until there is only the deadly 
silence -  


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Transforming Friday
and Poetry Jam - Soak

More information on the disappearing rain forest:   here

29 comments:

  1. Very well explained the pain of a jungle and the benefits it offers to us.

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  2. Wow!
    Great poem!
    www.rsrue.blogspot.com

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  3. And such an awful silence once the machines have gone.

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  4. When it is silent one must be aware that is when things go bump in the night and you could get eaten at your lair.

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  5. Do you hear that? Sends chills down my back to think we humans are destroying these places!

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  6. Oh, that damned silence, when the workers go on lunch break, or the final silence, when they've consumed it all.

    As much as I'm a pacifist, sometimes I feel like aiming those little poison toads at the Big Toads That Be!

    An excellent poem, speaking from the POV of the cutest little bundle of death I've ever seen. Amy

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  7. Wonderful that you've show the narrator toad related to both medicine man and trees, birthing and spirit, in stanzas seductively simple. I don't notice the approach of biting and breaking until it's too late. And those who rush machines, do not see or listen to anything before destroying it. Powerful writing.

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  8. You use such wonderful "sound" words of the jungle...sounds that should still be there. Stark ending which is what many of us see now but can do nothing to stop it.

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  9. Heartbreakingly beautiful, Grace. What a beautiful picture too! Have a beautiful weekend.

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  10. Oh yes, I hear. This is incredible poetry!!

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  11. Very effective using sound as imagery. Powerful piece, Grace.

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  12. Well said, Grace, the incredible contrast in the noises before and after Progress rears its ugly head. Scientists know what this is doing to the planet, but Big Business pays no attention. It is madness.
    K

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  13. ...I soak the spirit of the old trees... this one line ought to make each reader stand up and take notice of the wonder of the rain forests and the potential loss.

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  14. "here, i soak the spirit of the old trees
    with wide bellies and broad limbs,
    inhale the fresh air, heal the weary eyes...."

    Yes! And I'm with Margaret...on the "Do you hear that line,,," "the ripping of lungs..." scary and so sad.

    Thank you so much for writing, Grace!

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  15. SOAKING the spirit of the old trees. I am sure they have much to share. And may it live on. This is so beautifully expressed, Grace!

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  16. I love this Grace!!
    have a good weekend!

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  17. This is lovely. You go from the sights and sounds of the forest to man's chewing life from it. May we stop killing what we can never replace.

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  18. You've captured the feeling well of the shrinking rainforest.

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  19. the deadly silence...smiles...silence is not so bad...but when you are deep in country and the world goes silent it often means danger is lurking...love hte connection to nature in this...the medicine man is rather fascinating to me....i have known a few that could tell the medicinal properties of leaves...i have def connected with the spirit of the woods as well...

    sorry i am late...for some reason i did not see this one til this morning...

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  20. I have always been fascinated by the jungle. I hope we can save the jungles of the world...they are more important than we'll ever know.

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  21. So poignent. "Do you hear that?"...takes me right there/makes me wake up right now.
    Beautiful Grace.

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  22. I love the idea of soaking in the spirit of the old trees in the rain forest. Thanks.

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  23. You made me feel and hear the rainforest through your words. Beautiful.

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  24. This is fantastic and I agree with Sherry your words created a magnificent sensory experience

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  25. great write....really felt with each line....

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  26. And another rainforest bites the dust...

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  28. poignant and somber. Love the write. Respect the message. Thank you.

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