This is for dVerse Open Link – poems of all forms and subjects can be linked today. I am submitting a portion from a long cyle in progress: Pine Barrens. It is in the style of the imagists. Eventually, there may be haiku or tanka as part of this cycle. This is an area that has intrigued me since I first visited thirty years ago. Come visit us for other poems or submit you own at: http://dversepoets.com/2016/02/04/openlinknight-165/
VIII
An alien land
Sugar sand
Scrub pines
Tall pines
Cedars –
Water – serene streams
Calm rivers
Blue hole – bright blue
Fathomless depths
Unfreezing in coldest winter
People disappear in its depths
A haunted land
Ghosts of long dead buildings
Long gone families
Crumbling brick skeletons
the pine barrens slowly
obliterate traces of civilization
unwelcome in this place
people disappear in its depths
Only the trees remain
Only the animals remain
Only the water remains
only the sky remains
only the silence remains
We are merely visitors there
Welcome as long as we leave quickly
and without a trace behind
People disappear in its depths

Pinelands Preservation Alliance photo
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Feb 04, 2016 @ 16:42:24
I somehow find it comforting that nature takes back what we have claimed… I find the pines are soldiers in a way.
Feb 04, 2016 @ 16:43:51
With society and building as it is today, I often think of them as “Guerilla Soldiers”…
Feb 04, 2016 @ 17:18:10
The repetition works very well in this. Nice.
Feb 04, 2016 @ 17:18:57
love the short, crisp lines in this. You say much, but the short lines give the feeling of “not quite being welcome there” – which I think is exactly the feel that you were trying to give.
Feb 04, 2016 @ 17:30:33
I like especially your second last stanza….and I picture what the setting would be like if humankind just let the land and trees and animals at peace. Visited and then just left. Oh the silence would be pure bliss, I think. Lovely images here, Toni.
Feb 04, 2016 @ 18:39:52
A reminder of our frailty against nature’s legacy ~ I specially love this part:
only the sky remains
only the silence remains
This reminds me also of the video, Blue Dot ~
Feb 04, 2016 @ 18:40:22
A surreal scene vividly painted with your words.
Feb 04, 2016 @ 18:56:53
We are merely visitors there
Welcome as long as we leave quickly
and without a trace behind
Such a profound piece ❤
Feb 04, 2016 @ 19:23:28
How lovely.
Leave only gentle footprints. Take only memories. 🙂
Feb 04, 2016 @ 19:32:35
And photos! I wish I had had my cell phone long ago. I took my Nikon but dropped it overboard the canoe.. Ooops
Feb 04, 2016 @ 20:12:46
We not only get a feast of sight but the feeling of cold and spookiness and the scents as well
Feb 04, 2016 @ 20:15:03
It truly can be a spooky place at times. But it is beautiful.
Feb 04, 2016 @ 20:15:28
Yes, that is evident above all
Feb 04, 2016 @ 21:02:41
It is a very sobering thought that we’re just passing blips…but makes everything so much more precious.
Feb 04, 2016 @ 21:09:46
Yes, it truly does. Long after we are, things of nature continue as if we had never existed.
Feb 05, 2016 @ 05:38:44
There is a sort of sussurating sound going through this poem, like wind whistling through abandoned buildings or long grasses. I don’t know if it’s deliberate, but I like how the lines start out short and then grow a little longer, a bit like the weeds engulfing the site.
Feb 05, 2016 @ 07:04:35
Thank you! It is exactly what I had intended. You picked it all up.
Feb 05, 2016 @ 06:27:27
So wonderful to read your poem on this special place after you gave me the links and I have been able to see a bit. Your poem really brings it alive.
Feb 05, 2016 @ 20:34:14
Very crisp imagery. I felt like I was there!
Feb 05, 2016 @ 22:54:06
It is a lovely place of green silences but also, green oddnesses. Some places there make you calm and others raise the hair on your arms. But it is beautiful.