Peg out my heart and leave
us flapping --
On the line you left
a torch burning,
I wrung out to dry.
Iron grey, blustery pain
Winds, beating my chords askew
Buffeted by scrawls
I draw in my wings,
wait for the rain
Soaked; grievance airs
A dim promise of sunlight
Untangles, the laundered
thoughts of you and me
yielding --
to the hot press
When a tree falls in the woods and no one hears --
does it make a sound?
If these words fall
on deaf ears -- would that be profound?
Zen... it makes you wonder:
If a dog barks in the wood, with no one around --
would a tree hear it?
If a tree falls on a no ear’d dog, would it still bark?
And if the tree barked -- would a dog fall for it?
If a dog falls in the woods -- would a tree bark?
What if the tree was a dog wood;
Would it scream for help?
Would you -- even if no one was listening?
Some people say trees scream when they are felled
but we can’t hear them.
Wouldn’t that be unsound -- if trees can hear?
If walls have ears -- then so must trees
Do you hear what I mean?
When you can’t see the wood for the trees --
There’s probably too many trees anyway,
but
Would we hurt trees feelings
if they fall and we don’t hear them...?
Trees wood get really cut up about that!
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© SturmSoft Pty Ltd 2000 -- Poems © Gail Galloway
© Jonathan Sturm 2001