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It is startling,this quiet
Forest floor thick with cedar needles.
It is matted like plush Karastan carpet,
Dark as ebony.
All around me are cedars.
Their false walls hide me.
From here, there are no boundaries,
No end to them.

And then, I look up,
See you in their tops.
Wind makes them sway,
Sway like fans on a hot summer day.
Almost false they sound.

Is it really you?

I thought I was alone.

You could say something, anything.
No one else is about, listening.

You stand among their tops in a clear blue sky.
(You know I cannot reach you.)

When I crank my chainsaw,
Cut into a cedar tree trunk, its base,
Notch a backcut,
Do you weep,
Do you smile,
Are you angry,
Does my toil make you laugh?

Are you indifferent?
I cannot hear you.

When I fall this old cedar,
Will you come down with it?
Will you come over to me and speak?
No?

If I cut them all,
Will you come down then,
Or go away?

When this cedar falls, will you see
Its dark red bloody heart?
Will you comment on how it bleeds pitch,
Or maybe, listen to its last dying creak
And groan as it falls to its death?

When I fall, when I am cut down,
Will you judge my heart so harshly?

Or will you just go away,
Find another cedar thicket
To dance with
So far above the fray?


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The following comments are for "Alone in a Cedar Thicket"
by williamhill

Another good one
I love it when you surprise me, Charlie. "When I crank my chainsaw," surprised me, made me laugh, made me glad, again, to come to one of your pieces. Made me know I'd be glad to read it three times.

What's in the top of the trees, Tap? Among other things, I am.

( Posted by: andyhavens [Member] On: April 4, 2006 )

Not-so-alone in the cedars
Lovely light touch here. The poem encapsulates very eloquently that eternal human refrain: 'How lovely it is; how peaceful and perfect. Now, what will happen if I destroy it? (Just a little? What, nothing? More? All gone? What now?)' This theme made me think of a long-time favourite by Brain Patten, recently revisited (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1052.html) - the parallel between your unnamed angel and his is quite striking.

( Posted by: MobiusSoul [Member] On: April 5, 2006 )





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