Dialogue with the Trees
by
the ghost of the forest speaks
ice
melts rivers run
dry what comes
after the glaciers north
melts south
burns lungs of the world
gasp heart of the world
ebbs
blood from plant to sea
withers in the roots
any person's voice that echoes here
the forest emulates an
orchestration a
multi nature of
affects a multi
nature of
perspectives a
point of view becomes a
person flesh
enters
the
forest a lovers embrace a
consummation
as well as
the phantom predator
in the shadows lurks
as its prey stalks the sky
sky wind & leaves poised to
forest and sea breathe the nature of nature a history of ice and fire stars collapse
suns burn out black
holes bounce super novas
explode planets
implode churned
through the mill of existence to
spawn a molecule of life an
instant in
infinity a
quantum of eternity
echoes
as the forest of the universe
tumbles into metamorphosis
O flesh
what is the nature of nature
then O jaguar moon come
stand push pull lift
press (proprioceptive) stillness
stills on the jaguar moon
on the soft prowling
night paw padded through
the stars in your eyes
the forest's lustre
glows moon
mind running sleek as
night upon the
shores bounding break as you
leap between us through
us jaguar
moon
by the waters we
listen to your feet on these
same
same
shores where we meet open
sky fall sky open sky fall sky
in the many mingling throng
in the many mingling throng we come
time paints the sky beneath the
skin we
begin in the furthest star that blinks
in the heart of the
forest (here) where (i)
stand still with
time wherever it
blows the ice age
comes the ice age
goes we rise we
fall over with the
together
with sky
we the malignant
we the
magnificent munificence
chorus to the mingling throng it does
they have built their concrete jungles on sand we follow led on our brain
your
brain there is
no final
moment in
the dust
thus spoke the tree
even as the planet
fades we knew you from before you
came that you cannot know us
more
an outlaw's forest's beserk voices /
where is your woo(r)(l)d –
va(r)nished wilderness is a truth you cannot
share
the scorched desert the arctic
waste we did not
understand you’d
been
driven back on the line our
oracles do you remember them at
all i’ll give
i’ll
go now & ask for your return
to return my heart to the jaguar moon
nature is both in her entangled state
from the wilderness to the wilderness
I summon you my children’s children
an oracle to the conference of persons thus spoke
you are but a semblance at flow in your blood which is your end your rot
is not as
ours let us capture
your semblance in our
resemblance & we
will return you to the stars like
the rain & the wind we
bespeak we are your
underworld your overworld
you pass between us
either as a shade
or as a living breath of blood
a trace of Sapiens
O forest long ago we cut out your ancient heart & burnt it at the stake
& built a timber fort as we
rafted with you across the seas & cast
you down
stream to the mill
where's 'la refugia' for us
in the nooks & crannies
after the apocalypse?
a poet interrupts to ph(r)ase in
three pigeons play in the twigs of a swaying bough as if in embrace
saccades entangle time
leaps time bounces
seen
from afar a solitary blackbird
waves to & fro on a high
branch extending into the sky
do not fear – but do fear
the human dart to your heart
the darkness
where i dream of you beneath my skin as my
blood flows back to the forest
& the wind in the leaves breathes come in
a thousand green tongues
where each bespeaks each other at once
their death outlives our death
they do not fear death as we do but
only us
here beneath our green sheen breathing
who asks in what lost presence do we really stand
downhill here in the musk wafting the
silence in the fern beyond
the tolling of the bell forest fir (once
oak) ravelled wintry
spaces
airs hues of
blue hovering mists clouds
streaked grey purple as
if it will o' the wisps
a smoking mirror
riddled riddled
in the glimmerings
of shadow secrets
where hanging bowers of canopies
smashed acorns on the dirt road
don't take offense at the writ
served upon them majestic
monsters discoverers
across the desert dunes
branches wafting ribbons dulcet waving
arms
flowing as if a Mayday opening into the
game
malignant plague roams the empty
streets
crying bring out your dead
our myriad ramifications
resemblances music of affinities reflect anti reflect gravitate entropy
before we began in our entangled
dawn
enframed in
the language of things
in
trees plants flung foliage
scattered
bloom berries bracken
listening to their listening talk
the voices of death in life life in death
before you came after you're gone we remain nothing remains but remaining
breaking with it 's (breaking breaking
breaking) mirage of green (out of of
of of)
speak
trees majestic or monstrous
their litter of dead wood
like bones (bones strewn bones bones)
strewn
ruins of the dykes
a
deluge of rocks
fallen to (fallen to fallen to to
to)
an overgrown tomb (out of range range range) its image left in doubt
its moment a bonfire heap of
antiquity where insects
scuttle forlorn
next to me stood a dog we went
for a walk in the wood all the people
nodded & smiled
the world went up in flame
everybody was up in flame
next to me stood a dog
the people i met nodded
on the borderline wending you came blending
winding in down by
the meer next to the
fencing the fenced in
fencing down
by the border
line the meer next
to the green the
fenced in fenced off
green down
by the
meer who
how in less than 200 years after
our disappearance
from the world
nature would remove
all
trace of human civilisation
the great wall of China a final remnant would probably be covered
in lichen & fungi with
only the
head of the
Dragon in the
sea
its back in the
mountains & its tail in the
desert / i wish / i
was /
a bird & could
fly / to the
hill / looking at
the /
unthinkable crime
/ so late / in the
day /
quite
an / indescribable crime /
against / all
time /
without making
/ predictions /
just vaporizations /
about voices /
i hear /
there / here /
then showers of dust sap into evanescent waves of goodbye to tomorrow
as music flowers from pheromone
clouds and day marches on
stilts the ground
shrouding abundance where
empathy's core
together words seeped in
incandescent landscapes
burst with abstraction viewpoints
trickling and diaphanous
to blink whilst nothingness
lingers trembling space
in the running order of chaos
an abyss of greenery
the ghost of the forest speaks
heaven
reflects the
surface of all
things and the
forest breathes
life into the ocean the forest
of the sea bleeds but does not
breathe
the forest of the earth breathes but
does not bleed
O blood heart beat the roll
of the drum the rumble of thunder
our roots veins run into earth
entangle with the mycelium
entangle but also strangle
the ocean
dialogue with the trees
we
withstand the
fury of the
elements
spring
dazzles
as if a tabula
rasa
we are their catharsis their
metamorphosis even
time is a
wanderer that
returns to the forest
we burn we
freeze we
drink we
bleed we harvest
death
& shriek aloud at it you are ours who
make believe all else is mockery
experience as young
experience as old
it's not the
same it's a
random number lost
even to itself
everything struggles without purpose
the only purpose that exists is to share the abundance of the
moment which
is lost again and again which returns again and
again perhaps
for
you there is a oneness to the moment in its
abundance but it is
not really so
everything has its absolute
limit its inexorable
finitude time
is only
the forest there is
no such thing as perfection we eat nature
nature eats
us
praise be to the jaguar moon
the spirits of the dead are in your
roots
you clone the world but
what alikes
the like of an orchestration
its nature of nature
its point
of view
the meadow and the pack the owl's screech the predator and the prey
the pulse of the
planet what
choice what
chance time
swoops
arrival after its departure entangled in a
moment the
lichen devours
the
rock the
forest transforms the
lichen &
we summon the spin
of the planet in a swirl of galaxies to feed a
star our
pigmentation
paints the maps of eternity here in the
core our proprioceptive presence
saccades alight
in mirages that evaporate
only to
reappear hauntings in a veil of
memories beckonings
and belongings
we emulate
through the seasons time's becoming time is
the forest and it's wanderer therein
on
this
pixel patch of existence
spring dazzles as if a tabula rasa
praise be to the jaguar moon
Robin Ouzman Hislop is a retired TEFL teacher
and translator who lives in Avila Spain and Yorkshire UK. He is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com . He is author of several poetry
book collections and has translated from Spanish the poetry works of Guadalupe
Grande and Carmen Crespo. You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin
Ouzman Hislop about author & https://poetrylifeandtimes.com,
which features mostly his video poems and translated authors. See Robin
performing his work Performance
(University of Leeds)
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetics cultivate a relationship between ecological & mindbody processes and experimental work. He's co-authored translations of contemporary Spanish poets into English and written and performed numerous audio visual video poems.
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