You, visitor in my woods,
see me laying on my Mother,
roots to the sky,
and think "dead tree"
or "so sad."
Let me tell you, you are wrong.
The insects that could not live
in me when my sap ran
have found a home in my dry wood,
weave their trails upon my bark.
Amidst my roots,
covered in clay and dirt,
live lizards, safe and warm.
Though my branches don't reach as high,
nests are still built upon them.
My leaves that were,
give comfort to the ground,
and the seeds of me have been
sown on the winds
and grow in distant lands.
I serve a purpose
well beyond my supposed death.
When I finally rot and fall apart,
I will be the nurturer
for another...
You, visitor in my woods,
see me laying on my Mother,
roots to the sky,
and think "dead tree"
or "so sad."
Let me tell you, you are wrong.
The insects that could not live
in me when my sap ran
have found a home in my dry wood,
weave their trails upon my bark.
Amidst my roots,
covered in clay and dirt,
live lizards, safe and warm.
Though my branches don't reach as high,
nests are still built upon them.
My leaves that were,
give comfort to the ground,
and the seeds of me have been
sown on the winds
and grow in distant lands.
I serve a purpose
well beyond my supposed death.
When I finally rot and fall apart,
I will be the nurturer
for another...
Professional Eulogist by ThermadorianGrey, literature
Literature
Professional Eulogist
The only dry eye
Belongs to the perennial pallbearer.
His countenance cold, even in Kelvin.Pine forests falling,
Fields somewhere filling with his friends,They're carving out quarries
And ghostwriting eulogies.People wonder aloud what's wrong with him.He knows Dionysus drowns more men,
Than Poseidon.Venus takes more lives than Mars,
Walking on traintracks,
Eyes crossed like stars.Hoods up,
Heads down.There's no ghosts left in this town.In a real city of angels,
In a time called black suit season,Death is a dial tone.
My poetry chapbook, "Ghosts of My Own Choosing" was published by Flutter Press in October, 2017. It is available on Amazon Ghosts of My Own Choosing You can also find it on the Flutter Press web site.
Well, I polished the dust off my Manhattan tablet, found the pen for it, and finally bought new software. I still love my old workhorse, Paint Shop Pro 9, but I wanted some other stuff and Art Rage Studio Pro gets me good tools for a reasonable amount of money. I'll probably bounce back and forth on the software, depending on what I want to do, but I've expanded my horizons considerably.