Free Speaking Fir

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – For Your Consideration:  Seeing The Forest
“YOU ARE THE LAST TREE STANDING IN THE FOREST. WRITE YOUR POEM FROM THIS VIEWPOINT!”

Was it something I said? Must
be a trick, and I am the one
they picked to nettle. Slept
so peacefully, listening
to the Nightingale croon.
Being a fine Fir, I know
scent would not be a problem,
especially to that odoriferous
Oak. Actually there is a strange
smell. Oh no! Off in the distance
I see smoke rising. Bending
my branches low, I check
each direction. Had to be
a forest fire, and I am
the only tree left. My leaves
shiver with fear. No doubt,
a human’s carelessness with
matches has caused it. Soon
I will be gone. Soon
there will be no forest.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Free Speaking Fir

  1. Powerful! Overtones and undertones and under-story stripped, skinned, naked of community. Powerful!

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