VoxHumri

Ramblings from the wild heart of Brent ‘Hafiz’ Mathieu…

Recent Ramblings…

Poetry…

Poetry: Untitled

I see a tree standing...
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On Nature…

Sample post on “Nature” theme…

Testing.....
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On Gender & Union…

Sample post on “Feminine” theme…

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I see a tree standing solo in a silent sky,
Before a storm, of wind and hale.
Branches, bold, bereft and bare.
And yet, in each season,
A burst of green, a blaze of gold,
Then winter ashes.
.
Like trees cut down, we bleed in silence.
Hearts aching in agony and ecstasy.
Our stories stack like cordword.
Our bodies dry and age.
In time, often in a community’s hearth,
We burn.
Our ashes seed a new reality.
A fertile sea and earth.