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The Trees in a Spring Cemetery
Con/Jur/d, 4/27/2021

The trees,
around the gravestones
dip, swing, and do see do,
flourishing bright-yellows, pink-reds, deep-greens
oblivious to woodchuck burrows, filled with human
bones, even the elders sway, sending messages
of love, through the mycelium network of well
fertilized earth. The dead don’t bother to

follow the living home,
although, my mother told me they did,
if I walked around, walked around, walked around
the headstone whistling, whistling, whistling
three times.

“One

she she sheee, One and a half, she she sheeee

Two

sheee sheeee, sh ssh

Two and a half, Sheeee

Three

Wait, wait, wait does that count? I stopped before I went all the way 
around the last time?”

“See all the pollen in the air? The way it changes the light? Those
are the trees whistling silently. You don’t need to make a sound for
the spirits to pay attention.”

I’m sure, I should shout ‘Boo’ 
for some, it would be enough,
but my age, walking through
this cemetery’s manicured
forest, feeling the sap flow,
it is more comforting, to know
when you ask the trees, they 
will tell you “You don’t even
need to whistle.”

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Oh I was so sucked into this one.  I was really on the edge of my seat waiting for some spooky thing and you turned it on me. Your story gave me a story to pursue in a new invented form that I recently ran across and I'm adding it to my collection.  In other words I'm stealing your story but I'm doing it in your thread so the theft is obvious and all credit goes back to you/

Day 19   Whistling with the Trees

The ancient trees dip and sway
among the tombstones, there to stay.
It's best to go in light of day
most flowers bloom in June.

My mama said to wake the dead
just walk around the stone at head
again, again and once more. Dread
on hold while whistling tunes.

With age the spooky feeling spent
instead a close comfort lent
among those waiting my advent
to nature's sure comune.
                      ~~Judi Van Gorder

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~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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Really really good. Loved the form and it's a great use of the ghost story😃 TY!

thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules.

 

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