my camera’s lens captures unusual qualities
scoured by flood and drought’s full vengeance
a hundred trees, precious trees, now stand dying
lush woodland slipped away, no longer speaks is dying
why is it the present holds hand with faults of past qualities
ripping with revenge, pouring payback and venting vengeance?
wind whipping loose bark from trunk with vengeance
brittle branches breaking, crackling under foot still dying
is tree’s charm mislaid or making way for new emerging qualities?
my eye captures new qualities
no longer dying
Written in Tritinas Form (a,b,c…c,a,b…b,c,a…abc) in reflection to finding beauty in dieing tree and photographing them. Inspired by Emma’s dirge to Summer’s end. Linking up at dVerse.
I like how you finish this poem. Very Cool.
I am so sorry for your loss. How beautifully you wrote of the dying tree and the thoughts of him. Yet, the ending is a kind of victory. In spite of it all, he will still continue to enrich lives.
The multiple uses of alliteration here are very effective in this sentence: “ripping with revenge, pouring payback and venting vengeance”–gives it a magnificence!
The roots of death spring forth life..
in darkest forests.. of fire
burnt life.. and Hurricanes
do the same.. an ageless
oak tumbles to ground..
but from stump comes
a tree of life
or pull up
and now it sings
life.. like no
Quite moving. Nature speaks to us and for us in many ways. Lovely words here.
Though it makes me sad – I felt encouraged by a very strong and prominent ending. Well done.
I admire the form and message as well ~ Condolences to your family ~ The metaphor of the dying tree is very strong ~
This make me so sad. We just had to have two trees removed that died because of the drought. Heartbreaking. So important to focus on what is still living, to nurture it. Hubby’s doing very well–thanks for asking.
Lovely images! You executed this form very well.
form, content and the photo, all eye capturing….
the ultimate sadness is when only the picture remains
I like the comparison of what the camera lens sees to what the eye’s lens sees.
You have used the dying tree very well here. May his soul rest in peace. The form you used somehow made the flow more gentle.
death gives way to new life of a different sort and new quality
it is tough though to let go even if we know this
I love a good dirge. I actually love the word “dirge” even, so you had me at the title. Your ending is wonderful. Peace, Linda
What a fantastic form!
I love to see a seedling growing out of a burned stump, but likewise it saddens me to see Nature as killer, mauler, even rapist–as we see enough of that in the forests done by our own hand. Tritina is a new form to me; perhaps it will show up one day on dVerse’s MTB, Couple of spelling typos; title Dirge not Derge, explication, dying not dieing.
Death can be beautiful as it gives way to new life.
I guess drought and flooding are a part of their life though,
like fire that burns making way for new growth,
but still it is sad too
I did not realize this was about your brother in law.
wow, with what he has left, I wishhim peace
in this life. You and he have my prayers.