sighs of pines are silence
loudly said
a moment to consider
ponder this and that:
to consider clouds
to butterfly a bit
& talk to moths
sighs of pines are signs
or a choice to change
before the chainsaw wails
felling pines
knowing well it’s far from fine
Felling by Isaac Levitan
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August 28, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Totally unexpected ending, Well played,
The creative imagery in your poem is exceptional and beautifully captured. 🙂
“to butterfly a bit
& talk to moths”
I love this. Love love love love love.
Very nicely written.
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to consider clouds
to butterfly a bit
& talk to moths
the tenderness of this. and that turn in the end.
‘sighs of pines are silence loudly said a moment to consider ponder this and that’ … this is absolutely inspirational, Bjorn! 🙂
sighs are silence loudly said… what a wonderful thought.
sighs of pines are silence
loudly said
Gosh, Bjorn, who could eclipse the paradox of your opening line? Fine poetry, friend.
This poem is heart rending. I am friends with several trees and the thought of those being felled is heartbreaking and it is heartbreaking to think of trees murdered before I had a chance to get to know them.
How beautiful. How sad.
kaykuala
before the chainsaw wails felling pines
knowing well it’s far from fine
Why must the greedy and powerful entrepreneurs be allowed to have their way?
Hank
Behind the horse barn we were at a few years ago – they came in and clear cut acres of trees – it was so ugly and shocking – the land seriously had been raped. No trees left standing – just stubble. It wasn’t for development either.
The felling of trees is a harsh sight to come upon. ‘sighs of pines are silence’ captures this so well.
The wordsmithing in this in adroitly done.
Your last stanza hit me right in the teeth. So much relevant truth…
I especially like the playfulness with language that you use in this piece, though the content has a serious point understated. It makes it all the more powerful.
Your poem brought to my minds eye the releasing of the green pollen that covers everything in sight during spring in the Hill Country of Texas. Cedars not pine.