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they burnt a log in the forest not knowing who rested there
the two who met there
each night
way past the lynching
forbidden as life was
when alive
taboo it was for death
to take them
so they met
at the place
where they hung neck(S)laced
it was their home
where they were brought
together forever
a log may be
a dead tree down
for you
but for souls
with nowhere to go
it was their home
and you found
comfort
in the warmth of a burning... (?)
each night
way past the lynching
forbidden as life was
when alive
taboo it was for death
to take them
so they met
at the place
where they hung neck(S)laced
it was their home
where they were brought
together forever
a log may be
a dead tree down
for you
but for souls
with nowhere to go
it was their home
and you found
comfort
in the warmth of a burning... (?)
Published 21st Dec 2018
Author's Note
story of two spirits suspended, once and forever to a tree.
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21st Dec 2018 12:29pm
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22nd Dec 2018 11:23pm
welcome
dear admired poet!
also welcome
is the poet's insight and kindness both for the work here as well as for the nature.
count me with you brother, in holding the hope that one day the smoke clears
dear admired poet!
also welcome
is the poet's insight and kindness both for the work here as well as for the nature.
count me with you brother, in holding the hope that one day the smoke clears
21st Dec 2018 10:32pm
There are sacred places many cannot feel due to their disconnect to nature. It's a sad reality in today's times. The forests are either trashed, cut down, burned, or paved for shopping malls.
Empathic write, ColdOne.
Empathic write, ColdOne.
22nd Dec 2018 11:37pm
welcome dear Sage one...
also welcome is the wisdom and kindness you posses for all things life.
indeed many not aware or simply don't care for who lives where and what those "places" are or what they mean to some beings.
This was my attempt to tell a story of two loving souls who were lynched by a mob and hung by that tree. that lynching ironically left them together forever and their spirits made that place their home. This concept of spirits residing at trees is something i have grown up listening to in tales from the elders.
and even after the tree dies, the place, their place exists.
and the rest i leave to the readers' imagination.
also welcome is the wisdom and kindness you posses for all things life.
indeed many not aware or simply don't care for who lives where and what those "places" are or what they mean to some beings.
This was my attempt to tell a story of two loving souls who were lynched by a mob and hung by that tree. that lynching ironically left them together forever and their spirits made that place their home. This concept of spirits residing at trees is something i have grown up listening to in tales from the elders.
and even after the tree dies, the place, their place exists.
and the rest i leave to the readers' imagination.
22nd Dec 2018 11:26am
A moment hanging in the balance, lingering in the ether. My scene. Divine.
22nd Dec 2018 11:39pm
welcome
is the poet admired
welcome
is the observation astute.
also welcome is the appreciation, kind.
yes, lingering in the ether. amazing insight.
is the poet admired
welcome
is the observation astute.
also welcome is the appreciation, kind.
yes, lingering in the ether. amazing insight.
23rd Dec 2018 4:10pm
