Poem: Honeysuckle Mountains

[rakkit]

Note:*this is a particular style of poem where the stanzas are haikus and a sonnet at the end.

Stones tell tales, whisper—
histories best forgotten.
Mountains forced silent.

Trees remember well,
honeysuckle climbing vines.
Beauty, death—balanced.

Mountains croon old songs,
hymns of resilience, faith.
Creatures to exploit.

Old land weeps its death.
Hollowed for black soot and stone.
Pain falls on deaf ears.

Ancestry…America’s history and greatest punchline…
History dies against the skyline.