the christmas tree farm

forests have voices
but these farmed
needled trees
arranged in priced rows

can only whisper wildness
learned through roots
touched to roots

what it means to be pine

a memory quietly hummed
& almost scented

beneath the bite of snow
& resin they wear

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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24 Responses to the christmas tree farm

  1. For some reason this evoked refugees for me… Very poignant.

  2. ruleofstupid says:

    Hey Porno
    This is a nice way to touch on the artificiality of modern forests – doing so without overt bitterness or soap-boxing.
    I don’t get the “& even woods” bit – it feels tautologous and unnecessary, or am I missing something.
    What do you think of your new name 😉

    • I LOVE my new name, and shall try hard to live up to it 😉

      I put the “& even woods” in because those are also unplanned and grow on their own, but not completely necessary to the poem at all… I have tried it with and without and not sure it is going to stay yet (so mind you don’t trip over my cortical ridges while you are strolling through my head, Mike–you get me too well, sir).

      • ruleofstupid says:

        I’ll be getting you on channel 101 too if you live up to your name 😉

        (It’s a UK porn channel – damn this intercontinental need to explain and thus ruin a joke)

        I wracked my brain for something that could both suggest woods and voices – if it comes to me I’ll let you know 🙂

        • LOL, Mike–I would be writing/directing the flick on 101, not actually performing 😀

          Yes, please do let me know, and please pardon the mess in the lateral ventricle–I have not tidied up the inside of my head recently.

          • ruleofstupid says:

            Man, it’s got so bad in my head that the garbage IS my brain!

            I went looking for birds – saw enough tit’s that I got thrush, but not much else!

            A Whistler or Crow also mean vocal things and live in trees. Or as there are birds in forests, it could just be ‘Song’ – & even song – which has clear connotations of evensong, church, choirs, (people in rows?) etc. but evensong has no real ‘meaning’ in common with the poem.

            That’s all I got 🙂 Looking forward to your directorial (erectorial?) debut.

  3. annotating60 says:

    I liked it but only in so much as it seems more skeletal in search of muscle tissue and sinews. I read the comment about ‘woods’. It’s a good word but not set off as opposed to forests. Sorry I was in a kind of critical zen thing all day. >KB

    • I like your critical zen, KB. This was simply a word-painting, sketching cut Christmas trees set in rows for picking over, so skeletal works here. This is not so much a poem as it is a — “This is what I saw today, all over the place, as I skidded my car around.”

  4. unfetteredbs says:

    Porno.. what is going on here?
    now I feel guilty getting a Christmas Tree..

  5. BroadBlogs says:

    This spoke of alienation and displacement to me, but coupled with my sweet memories and associations of Christmas trees. Bittersweet.

  6. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I think that “bite” is definitely the right word in that last stanza. 🙂 When I think of resin I taste its bite.

    I often find myself wondering what wildness is nowadays. I know that wildness in a forest setting makes me think of old growth or something like the “forest primeval” that Longfellow used to describe the woods of eastern North America when Evangeline “roamed” the Earth.

    But now, today, wildness seems like something else to me. What I like about this poem is the way in which you suggest that that wildness is muted -almost suffocated- because if the trees did more than whisper, the farmer (no disrepect to farmers) would come an undo the rows, maybe even remove the trees. If they spoke in more than a whisper would we be ready to bring them into our homes? Is nature allowed to speak in our homes and near our hearths, our children?

    • Oh, Jeremy–I have missed your insight. Sadly, I do not think wildness/nature is allowed to do much more than whisper suggestions in our ears and is viewed as dangerous. Pity.

  7. nelle says:

    Interesting place to explore. Imagine the tree conversations.

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