In my hometown,
on the west coast,
the mountains are big
and the people small –
in comparison.
There snow blinds
mountain peaks and hides
the missing trees, fills
the gashes where axes
hacked through the forest,
and left mountains
of wooden bodies raw
and critically wounded.
Poor saps.
There was a time
when I returned to
my west coast home
from my adopted home
in Newfoundland.
A rare two-coaster,
I felt neither here
nor there
in my hometown. Yet,
the people demanded
an explanation
– from me –
for the fur-flung murder
of east coast seals.
They wore bladed outrage
and climbed their dudgeon deftly
without a whiff of irony
even as they lopped the tops
of their own homegrown firs,
800 years in the making,
asserting the value of their plank
above those eastern butchers.
They rode the tips of their trees,
sawed through bloodless bark,
yipped as they toppled
the lives of fur hunters
who balanced on floes
on that other island
on that other ocean
they couldn’t see,
deafened by their absolute
superiority and the fact that
trees don’t scream.
In my hometown
the mountains are big
and the people taller –
in comparison –
now that the trees are gone.
Awww, so sad! What are doing to ourselves?! In southern California they are cutting down all MOUNTAINS! First they got the trees, now the mountains.
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How do you cut down a mountain? That’s distressing!
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Oh, it’s so traumatic. One by one we are watching them go down. They have their dirt diggers and dirt haulers and if you get enough of those things going, they dig and dig and you lose the mountain. And it’s all to put up identical tract houses that are crammed together.
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Horrid.
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Superb!
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The blight of humankind: the plank in your own eye. Which you crafted into a wonderful poem. (And, reading your comments, I realize how many people I’ve managed to connect with on the blogging front are your followers. 🙂 )
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Don’t you wonder who is the hub of these blogging connections? I think I found people I follow through other bloggers but I bet there’s one person who’s the lynchpin.Probably a Google algorithm could figure that out.
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Very powerful Susanne, there is anger, frustration, and a raw kind of beauty – I love the echo of the first verse in the last. Alice Hoffman is one of my favourite authors though I haven’t read the Ice Queen yet.
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Thanks, Andrea. Which Alice Hoffman books have you read?
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Ooh quite a few – Practical Magic is one of my favourites (you may have seen the movie with Nicole Kidman and Sandra Bullock), Turtle Moon, Here on Earth, Illumination Night – she’s written so many and there was a point when I thought she was re-writing a similar story – but they’re the kind of magical realism I love.
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I didn’t see the move Practical Magic but now I want to read the book. Interesting comment about “rewriting a similar story”, Andrea. I find myself doing the same thing – same themes, different characters.
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wonderful poem, a good lesson here.
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Thanks, Vicki. Last time I was home I was shocked to see the massive scars below the Comox Glacier from logging.
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I know, it is the same at Lake Cowichan, shocking to see what is going on. Not to mention the destruction of forest for the ongoing housing construction for the masses who want to move here.
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We were there in June and drove to Cowichan Bay to kayak. We also drove to the trestle bridge and hiked and along the way observed the expansion of housing everywhere. Crazy. Same thing north of Nanaimo.
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It is not fun to see what is happening, there are also huge housing expansions planned for the Duncan area and on the northern part of Mt. Tzouhalem. We left the lower mainland 6 years ago because of the madness that area had become. Now it seems that Vancouver Island will be in the same condition in years to come. I hope I leave this earth before that happens.
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After reading The Contented Crafter’s comment, I realize how much I struggle with poetry and the implied metaphors it usually contains. I’m just too literal, I guess.
However … omg, this is a powerful piece! There is just one exquisite sentence after another, and impossible to pick a favourite line, but ‘the fact trees don’t scream’ will stay with me.
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I struggle with poetry, too, Joanne and yet I’m drawn to it. Sometimes I simply read a piece out loud and enjoy the words and don’t even think about the “meaning”. Sometimes the entry into a poem is just one line, like you found. There doesn’t have to be any more to it – but there could be – if you want to read deeper. Thanks so much for your comment. You should go look at Katherine Bickford’s site where she posts a lot of images from Vancouver Island. She’s a terrific photographer. http://carlykb.com/gateway/?p=12826
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It’s interesting how you said that the entry into a poem could be just one line. That’s how blog posts often work for me. It might just be a title and the rest follows. I like those posts – they tend to be easier to write, but can be surprising where they end up.
hmmm – maybe I’m a writer after all 😉
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You’re definitely a writer, Joanne. I’ve no doubt about that when I read your posts! The urge to write comes from so many places, don’t you find? I follow photo bloggers partly because images are powerful prompts when you least expect it. And other people’s blog posts can be equally inspiring. Or sitting staring out the window and running away with your thoughts. Whatever works in that moment, eh?
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Exactly! So often I get story ideas from other people, but I just don’t have enough time to sit down and write everything I want to say.
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So good. So very good. Love the wrap.
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Thank you, Joey.
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An evocative piece, well and thoughtfully crafted. Thank you for sharing it.
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Thanks, Josh. I’m glad you liked it. I follow a photo blogger from my hometown and she posted the most glorious images of the Beaufort Mountains on Vancouver Island. While I was lost in memory, an old argument I had with friends popped up and away went my pen. Here’s the blogger’s site. Her photography is gorgeous: http://carlykb.com/gateway/?p=12826
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Beautiful and poignant.
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Hi Hilary, Merry Christmas to you! Nice to see you pop up and I hope you and yours are well.
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Beautifully, powerfully, penned. Point the finger elsewhere. Pauline has named the metaphor
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Thank you, Derrick. Funny how photos evoke memories. I was telling Josh how I follow this photoblogger (http://carlykb.com/gateway/?p=12826) from my hometown and one of her images sent me on a reverie and suddenly an old argument arose. Again, the power of photography!
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Oh how this hurts. I wish the blind would allow themselves to hurt a bit too instead of being so self-congratulatory in their ignorant and willful destruction of a planet that knows far better than we what it needs to survive.
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There is a preserved patch of old growth forest on Vancouver Island called “Cathedral Grove” where some of the Douglas Firs are 800 years old. When you walk beneath them and consider what energy and time it took for them to reach that size, and all that they support in their growth, you feel so small in every way. We are less than ants and not nearly as useful.
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I would love that place I know. But I am happy to accept that I am far less than an ant. 🙂
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This follows a conversation I was involved in today Susanne, about how and why we might choose not to see what is going on around us. Your poem hits hard and it feels too like it might encompass more than trees and seals – a metaphor perhaps for all our chosen blindnesses?
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You are a perceptive reader, Pauline. Yes, blindness comes disguised in many ways, eh? Love, politics, hate. I just finished an incredible book called “the Ice Queen” by Alice Hoffman in which the main character is blinded almost her entire life by a single traumatic event from childhood. At one point she literally loses the ability to see red, blinded I suppose, to feel passion, love, friendship – anything that requires feeling. An astonishing book. Have you read anything by this author? She;s new to me but she’s written quite a few books.
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No, I haven’t read anything by Alice Hoffman Susanne – but just added that book to my list. Thanks for the tip! I looked her up. She sure is prolific and her theme is intriguing to me. I’ll look for ‘the ice queen’.
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