Open ground

[BeBe]

Laying on a blanket of maroon, gold and brown.
Glimpsing billowy clouds,
shifts of currents, change the formations.
There are pictures projecting out of the blue.

On the ground, rings emulate time, sharing history
Signatures etched in the trunk
leave a reminiscence of lovers
who stumbled here before.

The yellow-green umbrella leaves
protect my eyes from the shifting bursts of daylight.

Yet, I remain unsettled in this surrounding.
A few feet beyond the trees,
there is open ground,
dead stems,
limbs in disarray.

Lumber companies brought their cutters and took
the forest away.

Nothing is ever as it seems.
(c) Kdw

[goldenmyst]

A poignant sadness painted with irrepressible vision.

John

[BeBe]

John,

Hello! Thank you for your response. It has been quite some time since I've shared my pen openly and I do so appreciate you taking the time to read.

Good to see you floating ........

[e-piph[lol]]

a renewable resource, we hear them say, but not always in our favorite wood..

another tree lover, enjoyed your words

[BeBe]

Definitely includes the trees, the shade, the bend & weave of branches & leaves..... and so many other beautiful images.

Thank u - your comments are appreciated.

[shane]

This is so delicately written I found myself drawn in, then shocked by the conclusion.

Enjoyed BeBe.

[Michael]

BeBe, like Shane, I was “unsettled” with the ending. You couldn’t have done it any more effectively.

Laying on a blanket of maroon, gold and brown.
Glimpsing billowy clouds,
shifts of currents, change the formations.
There are pictures projecting out of the blue
There is peace here. The alliterative fourth line gives a sense of oneness with the world.

Lumber companies brought their cutters and took
the forest away.
These lines aren’t poetic at all. They’re a statement of fact.

Your contrast of style shows what happens when beauty is stolen.

“Open ground” is a well thought out and effective piece.