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Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Silence of Trees


Listening to the silence
of a tree is quiet work.
It takes patience
to hear the silence clearly.
Sometimes, you even have
to put your ear right up
against the trunk,
but when you do hear it,
it's like music.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeOctober 18, 2010 at 10:55 AM

    Sundays

    Somewhere, a dog’s barking.
    It echoes across back yards.
    Is it an animal’s call for help?

    Barking at shadows of people
    Charred in burning buildings,
    Or robbers scrambling over

    Chain-link fences, or moles
    Popping up from craters
    Of the moon to burrow in earth,

    Or just a dog, mashing for attention?
    In this impenetrable loneliness of suburbia,
    With its widowers and pensioners,

    Newly separated from their families,
    There’s a dog barking late at night
    And all at once a sense of abandonment

    Envelops what was most sacred, that
    There’s someone to turn to, someone
    Who still worships football and God.


    [DISPOSABLE POEM OCTOBER 17, 2010]
    Dr. Mike

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