Palm Trees Refrain by Rosemary Winters
Yellowing palms set against
the clear blue sky.
Changing from nile green to chartreuse
as their ailments progress.
Is it the sickly air they breathe?
Is it an imported virus?
Is it polluted water?
Or, is it the insane weather pattern?
That is something
only the palms know.
But do they tell?
Never, for they are not physicians.
Can you hear their sighs?
Which flutter softly in the wind.
Caught up in the atmosphere,
softly tinkling their sad song.
"Help us, lest we die,"
so sayeth the palms.
"Hear our plea,"
is their refrain.
"Come to our aid,"
whisper the dying.
"Heal us!"
mournfully sighed.
Listen to their pleas,
take away their pain.
the clear blue sky.
Changing from nile green to chartreuse
as their ailments progress.
Is it the sickly air they breathe?
Is it an imported virus?
Is it polluted water?
Or, is it the insane weather pattern?
That is something
only the palms know.
But do they tell?
Never, for they are not physicians.
Can you hear their sighs?
Which flutter softly in the wind.
Caught up in the atmosphere,
softly tinkling their sad song.
"Help us, lest we die,"
so sayeth the palms.
"Hear our plea,"
is their refrain.
"Come to our aid,"
whisper the dying.
"Heal us!"
mournfully sighed.
Listen to their pleas,
take away their pain.
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Rating: D |
This is a mythical telling of what a palm tree would say if it was dying and didn't know why it was dying. I envisioned it pleading to us humans to help it.
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i loved this poem, althought it was sad. - juli |
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I loved your poem Sadly, we have palms that are dying. - T |
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One of the best poems I've ever heard, and I think this is how the tree would feel in reality. - cindy |
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beautiful !!!!!! - chip |
