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Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Never About The Trees

Never About The Trees
© Surazeus
2026 06 17

Because it was never about the trees, 
except how telephone poles steal her voice 
and twist emotional tones into jokes, 
Nerthus decides to build home furniture, 
molding raw wood into tables and chairs 
which brings people together with calm love. 

Through hypothetical thoughts of desire 
with unshared solitude of calm regret, 
Nerthus measures vastness of her weird heart 
that wears mask on deserted stage of faith 
in tune with social discourse of the hour 
when she traverses time without her heart. 

Since she can never understand our words, 
despite embracing feelings she finds cold, 
Nerthus translates strange shadow of her mind 
to clarity of colors angels brew 
from blood of children killed in civil wars 
whose faces glow from flash of friendly bombs. 

Based on unknown proverb of naked truth, 
that doubles phantoms of our hungry souls 
through endless mirrors on pages of books, 
Nerthus calculates equivalent thoughts 
to match alien truths devised to untwist 
beauty born from concept of nothingness. 

Since words of wisdom bleed from her torn tongue, 
against inverted pattern striped with eyes, 
Nerthus maps contemptuous canticles 
smeared across ghost-bare hills of tangled roots 
to prove her speech expresses how she feels 
with honest bitterness of unearned love. 

When she decides that yellow asters match 
veils of silent rapture drenched in mute rain, 
Nerthus conducts shy ceremonial game 
to hide unhealed wounds of maturity 
with solemn chorus only lake winds scream, 
too beautiful for chords that hurt our hearts. 

Her tales may seem vaguely mysterious 
since her beliefs are hidden in plain code, 
so Nerthus cracks oblivion with prayers 
unanswered after weirdly portent words 
reveal blank space between our pulsing hearts 
that no amount of trust can bridge till death. 

Since consequence of her belief in God 
means nothing to cold waves that wreck hard cliffs 
with gentle kisses of indifferent love, 
Nerthus gives her daughter small apple seed 
without explaining how to build new home 
from planks of wood that rot in hungry rain. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus worries his daughter Ostara may not find her own path in the wilderness of wonderful whimsy where ghosts weave roots into songs.

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