Talking to Spirits

by Maple Tree   Sep 22, 2014


Framed pictures
dangle upon the
wall of ancestry.

Gathering of spirits,
gazing back at me
with stories to tell,
no voice to speak.

Lost to society-

A name on
a death certificate,
feeling them in
my bones, as whispers
call me from the other
side.

Thier tombstones
label shells that
walked the earth,
leaves encase
souls of the spirit.

If you witness me
talking to trees,
do not label me
insane-

I'm simply
having a conversation
with my family....

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  • 9 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    So beautiful and sad, though I can relate to all the words,I also tend to find myself talking to trees, birds and even the clouds at times, as though they were some form of teleport to the spiritual realm where most of my much loved people and pets now reside.and I understand what you mean with finding inspiration from nature,a lot of the time my best poems, well what I consider to be my best, were written in my garden as a sat in my favourite tree listening to the birds and the little creatures scuttling along, somehow being in nature makes me feel as though I'm part of something great, yet at the same token I feel so insignificant...

  • 9 years ago

    by Kakera

    <3

  • 9 years ago

    by earlgreytea

    I love it!!! Quite an immersion experience. 5/5