All Comments on 'Interaction, storm and pine'

...the sound of the chain saw, poor pine tree getting a double whammy. This has a gentle feel to it inspite of some of the brutal words. The final lines are great.

Tess

Such a beautiful poem, redolent of anguish.

I also hate the felling of trees and hid when some of ours had to come down, can hear the poor trees screaming in this

agree with others, as said in other comment, you are a powerful writer

100!

Five.

I can't match in quality but it brings back memories of a big old oak that stood in a field opposite my house. Whether the following words be poetry or just an outburst of my emotional ramblings I dare not say...........................................................

I’m touched far too often when I read of fallen trees

For memory of a dear old oak that was severed at the knees

I watched that brutal carnage on a sad September day

As they ripped my dear oak apart and tossed its life away

I think my oak saw Trafalgar, but I don’t know that for sure.

Could he have been the planks of wood washed up on a distant shore

I makes me feel patriotic as life echo’s famous words of then

“Heart of Oak are our ships and more so are our men.”

Best wishes

I enjoy all things nature though I have a special kinship with trees. The fall of the tree and the good shade it provided is really a loss. Que sera, sera even with the Mother. Well done.

Wow. I would not change a thing! I wrote a poem with a similar theme a while back called Requiem for the Green (before I was a better poet). This got me in the guts. Getting a recommend. Wish I could give it six!

I hate nature's destruction of nature--and man's ruddy interference. Okay, but the poem--just the right amount of words to convey meaning. Reads great to my espie ears.

But I can’t help myself.

At the risk of being tarred and feathered and rode out of town… I couldn’t keep this poem from reminding me of ‘killing two birds with one stone’… or of ‘’lightning striking twice’ (directly, then indirectly).

And then the loss of both trees must certainly be enough to cause one to ‘Pine’ for both of them.

Sorry, too many metaphors in my coffee this morning, I suppose…

But, one heck of a poem. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Jes_da_man

For me it all hinges on the last two lines, and what powerful image you conjure there. A shade sucked screaming? It's the last thing to go, long after the pieces of plant-body are taken away: the memory of a shade on your window. Screaming, because it's missed. It's the specter of a tree, of something that was once there.

"Sucked" into steamy ground, the ground now heats. The shadow dissolving into it, remaining a moment longer than the tree. Makes me think of an horror movie. Not sure why.