The first poem is a poem I wrote in my journal as part of my seasonal hand-written poem exercise. I usually give trees a very bad rap in some of my poems, but I found something redeeming about them as I drove past them in the forest. They may only give an illusion of strength, but sometimes anything is good enough.
The second poem I wrote upon returning to Oslo this weekend. People are still in shock, but the city is very quiet. No students are outside, people are quiet at dinner. I don't sense despair here.
7/23
Save me, trees! I cry
You are more fortunate than I!
How you stand, foreboding
In endless array. How you stand
Forever, keeping hold of the land.
How you stand unafraid in the dark.
Never telling if you are imploding.
Never telling save your bark.
I’ve hated you for having no soul.
But you sure have this all under control.
7/24
I have seen the sky
In tears. I have seen
The clouds scream vengeance
For the loss of May.
Yet it is quiet today,
Lost the urge to cry.
Lost urge for a sentence.
Lost of all clean.
Careful how we tread,
Fragile little head.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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