“The Darkness in the Trees” The Sunday Whirl #116

As long as we don’t choose,
there are endless possibilities

If we dive too high
we become butterflies

If we scream silence away
the heart reaches a depth of
perfect definition

If the smoke-filled room is
too high and suffocating,
putting pressure on the pulse,
climb away quickly

I remember these things happening:
the darkness in the tree
the instant fall
the shade of sleeping water
the fire and the air

Life washes away
an uncountable sense
tattooed in the skin

Impossible seems attainable,
risks come from the past,
where unsettled voices scare

In no particular order:
love’s confusion and
silence’s nudity.

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21 responses to ““The Darkness in the Trees” The Sunday Whirl #116

  1. Your subtle play with sound and strong phrasing make me want to read this aloud. You mastered the words with beauty.

  2. We learn by our mistakes, by the choices we make…

  3. Your best teacher is your last mistake!! ~ A P J Abdul Kalam (former President of India)

  4. Have already read this twice – so much to gather in each line especially your first two lines! Yes, there would still be so many possibilities but so much left unknown!

  5. How true “silence’s nudity” is where one is lost to explain one’s actions.

  6. Oh, the first stanza caught my breath! Wonderful.

  7. Your rich writing is always a treat. I especially enjoyed this stanza:
    I remember these things happening:
    the darkness in the tree
    the instant fall
    the shade of sleeping water
    the fire and the air

  8. loves confusion and silences nudity…ha…i like that…and that risk or the fear of it comes from our past, so true…its a learned existence…the last 3 stanzas really make this for me…

  9. Some lovely images here… the darkness of the trees…

  10. Really, really like this Pamela (and in no particular order). These are words that fly into mind, make a nest there and begin singing. Beautifully done, my friend. So many images, the flow, the thought provoking energy. wow!

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/evening-of-the-4th/

  11. I especially enjoyed the first stanza and the ending is wonderful. Silence’s nudity… much to ponder there and in the whole poem!Impossible

  12. Veronica Roth

    Nicely whirled Pamela. Really made me feel the agony and forgiveness of mistakes I made in the past. 🙂

  13. There is so much intensity in this, Pamela. For me, the way you used synesthesia really enriched the experience. I have to check out this Sunday Whirl gig if this is representative of what it produces.

  14. That is a perfect poem!

    If we dive too high
    we become butterflies

    that might not be a bad thing 😉

  15. I quite like the closing few lines, powerful images.

  16. wow..!!!! sharp, quick… silent and stealth.

  17. The timbre and rhythm of this is hypnotic and gripping. Very well done, Pamela!

  18. :If we dive too high, we become butterflies,” starts out cautionary, ends up being a treat. The stanza on smoke, so strong and true. “I remember…” stanza brought back some powerful memories. This is my kind of Pamelita poem! Paz, Amelita

  19. The last line is stunning and I appreciate the wordplay here.

I appreciate all comments.

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