Lakes and Trees

The lake looks compassionatly back at me,

its hollow frame mirrors my soul, its depths, pondlike and tangled.

Im watching the pond.

It is an ice cold, but fresh morning, the sun shines, there is very little cloud.

I can count seventy or so sea gulls, compard to only – maybe – twenty ducks, or geese.

I’ve lost interest in what im reading for now, and time is passing slower then ever before.

my note books is nearly full, or ramblings.

Trees died so i could write this shit.

trees died so i could releive my observations,

so i could try to describe just a little of what i see.

xXx

missfortunate

November 18, 2005

It’s a cute poem, if it’s possible for a poem to be cute? Take care.

Gun In My Garter

November 21, 2005

I liked this. I think humans pay a price for nature to suffer. I think about trees being used and wasted too. I think plants have souls sometimes. Like I’ll feel bad when I cut into a fruit. What did it do to deserve that abuse. It’s weird, but I always feel like they have souls. Take care.

loserbaby

November 22, 2005

No I never heard from you till the other day since i sent it.

LOST-CAUSE

November 23, 2005

we woudl have killed the trees anyway. take care, and your tagged.

Lousson

hey gemini! i like this entry, because you illustrate a strange kind of paradox, it’s unnnerving, and i get the feeling that nothing lies still long. anyhoo, glad that you’re still writing, and take care!

othersideoftheclock

November 29, 2005

i really like the way you think. never stop.

Sleepy-Eyed John

August 18, 2006

life has metaphors