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“The Extinction” and “Gazing Beyond” Poems By Filippo Cassinelli

 

THE EXTINCTION

In the islands
rain drops
cascade over the hills
blanketing the landscape in
a blueish grey mist,
the solemn trees
awake now.

The flash
of lightning,
crack of thunder,
the endless tearing
of the sky,
monotony of water
dripping from the eaves
lavishes the exterior
surface of the stone house,
it hums on the galvanized roof
gurgles into gutters-
melancholy thoughts
in the solitude
of a wet Sunday afternoon.

A day, the hottest
on record in parts
of the country,
firefighters battle fires
from Oregon to California,
record droughts imperil
farmers crops,
salmon die
in the Sacramento
and Klamath rivers.

The American West
is dying
and I am lost
in this abyss
of rain water
and planetary imbalance.

 

GAZING BEYOND

The mahogany tree
just after sunset
light hanging
like a gold thread
west of west,
a long drift
of pink orange clouds
over the blue horizon.

Thrushes high up
in branches unseen
sing and whistle,
twilight music echoes
in the shadows.

A gust of wind,
the leaves shiver
the sound haunting,
a message
from beyond
the other side
of knowing.

In Spring
this ancient tree
sheds for weeks,
bare branches
in a gnarled
calligraphy
ink the sky.

Mahogany fruit pods
crack, releasing
winged seeds that
twirl and spiral
to earth thirsting
for water.

Sunlight and rain,
elements grained
in wood,
a century of
deep furrowed bark
holding it all
with roots in the
other world below,
and above a sea of stars
telling its story.

Filippo Cassinelli is a business owner from the island of St. Thomas.

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  THE EXTINCTION In the islands rain drops cascade over the hills blanketing the landscape in a blueish grey mist, the solemn trees awake now. The flash of lightning, crack of thunder, the endless tearing of the sky, monotony of water dripping from the eaves lavishes the exterior surface of the stone house, it hums on the galvanized roof gurgles into gutters- melancholy thoughts in the solitude of a wet Sunday afternoon. A day, the hottest on record in parts of the country, firefighters battle fires from Oregon to California, record droughts imperil farmers crops, salmon die in the Sacramento and Klamath rivers. The American West is dying and I am lost in this abyss of rain water and planetary imbalance.   GAZING BEYOND The mahogany tree just after sunset light hanging like a gold thread west of west, a long drift of pink orange clouds over the blue horizon. Thrushes high up in branches unseen sing and whistle, twilight music echoes in the shadows. A gust of wind, the leaves shiver the sound haunting, a message from beyond the other side of knowing. In Spring this ancient tree sheds for weeks, bare branches in a gnarled calligraphy ink the sky. Mahogany fruit pods crack, releasing winged seeds that twirl and spiral to earth thirsting for water. Sunlight and rain, elements grained in wood, a century of deep furrowed bark holding it all with roots in the other world below, and above a sea of stars telling its story. Filippo Cassinelli is a business owner from the island of St. Thomas.