Poem: Help save the trees

It’s February,
you know what that means,

It’s that unfortunate time of year,
when people across the land,
feel a compulsion,
to lop the tops,
off their crepe myrtle trees.

Look around.

You should be seeing it.

after tree
with their tops cut off.



There is no reason for this.

It is wrong.


A full grown crepe myrtle tree
with flowers blooming
and its characteristic bark peeling
is a beautiful thing.

A crepe myrtle tree
with its top lopped off
is an objective of sadness and despair.

If you lop your trees,
ask yourself why.

Does it help the trees?

Does it look nice?

Do you do this to other trees you have?

Did you see your neighbors do it and so you did it too?

There is no good reason for this.


Whatever reason you might have,
it is misguided.

If you think the tree is too big,
and so you lop it to make it smaller,
why not transplant it once and for all,
and plant a smaller tree?

If you think lopping a tree,
means it makes more flowers,
ask yourself,
wouldn’t a full grown tree,
have more flowers,
than a lopped one?

If you have a crepe myrtle tree,
and you lop it,
it’s not too late to change.

You can change.

You can resolve to never lop again.

If you know someone,
who lops their trees,
ask them why they do it.
Start a conversation,
and help show them the right way.

if you believe,
lopping crepe myrtle trees,
is wrong,
tell your friends,
on social media,
and in person,
to change how they treat,
their crepe myrtle trees.

Show them pictures
of what full grown trees
can look like.

Get them to think
about their pruning practices.

It’s a small thing,
you can do,
to make the world,
a little better.

Experimental Poetry Form: pear

Today’s experimental poetry form is called pear.  It based off of layout on the page.  The form is centered on the page to make the design easier.  It generally looks as follows:

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The general idea is to have a poem in the shape of a pear.

Here is an example poem:

were        there.
No            one
knew              why
or                    how
they                        got
there                              but
there                                 they
were.                                      It
seemed                                               odd
but                                                     they
were                                                        good
and                                                               so
no                                                                    one
gave                                                                      it
much                                                           thought.
Then                                                                       one
day                                                                       the
last                                                                      pear
was                                                                    picked
and                                                                 none
grew                                                            to
take                                                     its
place.                                           For
years                                     acorns
were       hopefully       planted.

Bilingual Poem: Does anyone know what to do?

All right,
something’s wrong.

The leaves,
on the trees,
a few weeks ago,
they started to change color,
and now,
they’re falling off.

Does anyone,
know what to do?


Desde luego,
algo es no está bien.

Las hojas,
en los árbols,
un pocos hace semanas,
ellas comenzaban cambiar de color,
y ahora,
ellas están cayendo por unos árbols.

¿Hace alguien,
saben qué hacer?


P. S. On MSakran.com, there is a new set of photography, artwork, poetry, and fiction.

A photograph to inspire poetry: tree tops in fog

tree tops in fog

Above is a photograph of tree tops in fog.  It can inspire poetry.  A poet could write about:

  • Being in a foggy forest. They could write about being lost or not being able to see.  They could write about it positively in the sense that the fog was part of something mysterious but good.

  • A person being in a fog. They could use the idea metaphorically to write about a person who is confused or is not thinking clearly.

  • Flying through clouds. Because the fog is high in the trees it might remind a poet of flying in a plane through clouds.  A poet could write a poem about this.

  • Views on social issues. Depending on the issue, a poet could write about people related to it being in a fog.  They could either write about opponents of the issue or supporters.  The fog could imply that they are not seeing things clearly and are either thinking wrongly or not taking positive actions.


P. S. This is the one hundredth “singular” photograph to inspire poetry on this blog. It is the one hundredth photograph to inspire poetry that isn’t in some way part of something else, such as a post series.

Poem: the crepe myrtle song

And so it is,
that time of year,
when all the crepes,
shudder with fear.

The poor myrtles,
can’t run or hide,
they can’t build walls,
or stop the tide.

With saws and blades,
the pain does come,
they cry and wail,
as blades do hum.

They seek respite,
and hope for peace,
they seek the day,
when blades do cease.

For you out there,
who hear this song,
listen so well,
and right this wrong.

Do not go out,
and lop the trees,
open your ears,
and hear their pleas.

Prune all the trees,
in the right way,
keep lopping thoughts,
far off at bay.

Please help the trees,
tell all you know,
to lop is wrong,
and filled with woe.

Please help the trees,
to grow so strong,
and not be lopped,
which is so wrong.

Please help the trees,
to bloom so bright,
please help the trees,
and do what’s right.

Poem with an explanation: spare the flower bearers

Hear the trumpets!

The scroll is unfurled!

The herald reads:

By royal edict,
all yea who hear,
are hereby implored,
to spare the flower bearers.

All yea who hear,
no longer shall they suffer,
no longer shall they feel pain,
no longer shall they be lessened,
from what they are.

All yea who hear,
do not do as others,
do not do without reason,
do not do without care,
and keep with injustice.

All yea who hear,
on this day resolve,
on this day determine,
on this day decide,
to change the present ways.

By royal edict,
all yea who hear,
spare the flower bearers.


This poem is about something somewhat less serious, disguised as something serious.  This poem is about the same thing as the poem from the March 9, 2016 blog post.  Given the time of year, it seemed appropriate.

The poem is set in a medieval town.  The herald and his entourage come.  Trumpets sound, people gather, a scroll is unfurled, and the herald reads.

The herald reads a royal statement.  The herald tells the people that they are supposed to spare the flower bearers.  He says things the flower bearers shall no longer endure, he says things that the people are not to do, and he says things that the people are to do.  He ends by repeating his call to spare the flower bearers.

This poem is meant to sound important.  It is meant to sound like the metaphorical language is describing some sort of plighted group in the world.  In reality, and hopefully this will not be a disappointment, the plighted group, is crepe myrtle trees.

Those who have read the post from March 9, 2016, know M. Sakran’s opinion regarding the pruning of these trees.  This poem is a second attempt at change.  It’s meant to be light, but at the same time, hopefully, have some effect.

In the poem, the flower bearers are the crepe myrtle trees, which are trees with many flowers.  The thing they are to be spared from, is yearly severe pruning.

The fifth stanza, talks about the bad things that happen to the trees from pruning and says these things are to stop.

The sixth stanza, tells people not to prune like others do, not to prune without a reason, and not to prune without care.

The seventh stanza, tells people to change their ways and not prune the trees as they used to do.

Again, this poem is somewhat less serious, but is still meant to make a point.  The idea is get people to change how they prune crepe myrtle trees.

There is a form to the poem.  The poem starts with three individual lines.  The first two are exclamations.

The fourth stanza has elements repeated in the last stanza.

Stanzas five, six and seven, all follow a similar form.  All start with “All yea who hear”, all are five lines long, and all have middle lines that follow a pattern within each stanza.  In stanza five, all the middle lines have “no longer shall they”, in stanza six, the repeat is “do not do”, and in stanza seven, “on this day” is repeated.


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Poem Series Voting Result and First Poem

Unfortunately, no votes were cast for the subject for this week’s poem series.  In light of this, the subject was chosen using a random method, as mentioned in the first post to mention the voting.

The five possible subjects were: Dogs, Poems using the Tanka form, Eyes, Yesterday, and Cure.

To select the subject for the poem series, a deck of cards was used.  The deck was shuffled, and the first five cards were dealt out, one for each of the subjects.  The subjects were assigned the values of the cards.  The cards were:

7 of hearts – Dogs
Queen of diamonds – Poems using the Tanka form
Queen of clubs – Eyes
2 of hearts – Yesterday
Queen of clubs – Cure

Since there was a three way tie between Poems using the Tanka form, Eyes, and Cure (a Queen has a value of 12), the process was repeated for those three subjects.  The cards dealt were:

5 of clubs – Poems using the Tanka form
3 of diamonds – Eyes
Ace of diamonds – Cure

Counting an ace as a one, the selected subject for this week’s poem series was Poems using the Tanka form.  As mentioned before, these poems will use the Tanka form.  They will not be about poems using the Tanka form.

The first poem in the series is below:

Five trees in a row,
a bird flew above them all,
where would the bird land,
since three trees were the same height,
and one had to be chosen?

A photograph to inspire poetry: Canopy


This is a photograph looking up through trees.  This photograph is different than many that have been on this blog, in that it looks up to the sky, rather than down to the ground, or only a few feet off of the ground.

While the photograph itself can inspire poetry (a poet could, for example, write about trees, or the sky, or about someone stopping and looking up), inspiration can also be found from the idea that the photograph is different from many of the ones that have been on this blog.  The photographs (as well as artwork) that have been in posts on this blog can be seen here: photographs and artwork.

The idea that the photograph is different, could inspire a poet to try different things in a poem.  A poet might be inspired to use a different poetry form than they have used before, or use words in a poem that they normally don’t, or to write about something different than they normally write about.  These new forms of expression might lead to interesting poems.

Although the poem below, as previously mentioned, was intended to use a form that has not appeared on this blog before, the idea of using a new form does fit well with the inspiration of this photograph.  The poem below uses the Sapphic poetry form.

In addition to the previously unused poetry form, an additional different thing, as inspired by the different photograph, in this poem, is the subject matter of the poem.  The poem below is about woven baskets.  The idea of a woven basket was inspired by the way the branches look in the photograph.  Since, as can best be determined, the subject of woven baskets has not been used on this blog before, this adds to the idea of something different inspired by the photograph.

Woven Baskets

Wooden branches expertly woven tightly,
 into baskets crafted to look as if they,
 were like the top canopies from where wood fell,
are just right for this.