Farewell Neighbour

This might be one of the best pieces I have ever published on substack

I noticed that I had fooled myself into only writing articles on substack. I had forgotten that I could write other formats as well. To break the pattern, here is a poem I wrote a while back, inspired by a scene outside my window.

This was not the scene, but it is a better photo…

As the saw wiggles,

I watch you struggle,

Fight for your existence.

 

I watch your layers being shed off,

You being assaulted, 

From bottom to top, 

Then top to bottom

Even as you fall,

Part by part

There is no quivering,

Just one quick drop.


Nobody stops to save you,

Even I could not gather the courage,

To utter and ask...

My young voice could be more valuable,

Then your years of existence,

We never spokem but you look older, 

Your big trunk, which divides

And spreads into little branches,

Reminds me of the diagram of my lungs,

Just the visuals, correlation came much later.


Now that the land is free,

My dear tree,

What more can I say?

I like books

Maybe we meet again,

With a happier story.

Leave a comment and let me know what you think about the poem! 😊

Click here to listen to me narrate the poem!