Jilly at dVerse Poets pub prompted us to take a walk in the wild. So join us as we tread quietly among the birds and darkness and the profound knowledge that we are not the largest thing in the forest. Here is a link to her posted prompt where the wild things are,full of both quietude and rumpus. https://dversepoets.com/2018/05/01/lets-get-wild/
…friends and neighbors tapping and probing… invading sinews… devouring. True confession time: this poem started growing in my mind as an inverse symmetry to Frank Hubeny’s Poem “Park Shade.” It is a lovely poem here is the link: https://frankhubeny.blog/2017/10/05/park-shade/
All rights reserved by Lona Gynt, May 2018. Attributed re-blogging is welcome.
The wildness of her death came through with every line but was particularly felt when compared to the clean cut of a saw, a harvested death. I think she was left to truly rest in peace though, with her sharp splinters of stump mirroring the forest and “a maze of tangled eulogy” hanging in the air. What a wonderful poem, Lona, and I’m so glad you joined us!
I am so glad to be able to be with dVerse, the quality of art here is really amazing. I am especially glad that the wildness was felt by you. Thank you Amaya, your poetry is a great example of wildness restrained, but not tamed, by faith and covenant. Such a blessing for me to be here.
I took a walk in a local forest preserve this afternoon and thought of all the fallen trees preparing a kind of nursery for the younger ones. Your poem reminded of those fallen trees.
A lovely poem–death and rebirth–it’s all part of our world. Trees are special though.
I especially liked these lines: “A maze of tangled eulogy
Hanging softly in
The moist air
Without the burdens
Being felt
Or spoken,”
This is so good. I love the way you move us through time and space, I love the way the tree becomes part of the environment, and the way new life emerges from death.
This is a stunning poem! You create a mood as green and dark as the deepest places in the woods and in our souls. Excellent!
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Thank you so much. I am glad that image came through
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The wildness of her death came through with every line but was particularly felt when compared to the clean cut of a saw, a harvested death. I think she was left to truly rest in peace though, with her sharp splinters of stump mirroring the forest and “a maze of tangled eulogy” hanging in the air. What a wonderful poem, Lona, and I’m so glad you joined us!
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I am so glad to be able to be with dVerse, the quality of art here is really amazing. I am especially glad that the wildness was felt by you. Thank you Amaya, your poetry is a great example of wildness restrained, but not tamed, by faith and covenant. Such a blessing for me to be here.
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I took a walk in a local forest preserve this afternoon and thought of all the fallen trees preparing a kind of nursery for the younger ones. Your poem reminded of those fallen trees.
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Trees are a wonderful blessing are they not? Thank you for your kind notice. 🙂
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A cycle of life, death, and rebirth… really nice. Welcome to dVerse. …or have you been, and I’ve just missed seeing you?
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This place is so great! This is only my second offering on dVerse – still the new girl – and happy to be here. My first dVerse post is here:
https://lonagynt.wordpress.com/2018/04/19/btt30-a-question-for-little-things-ars-poetica/
Thanks for the friendly welcome 🙋🏻
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You are welcome!
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A lovely poem–death and rebirth–it’s all part of our world. Trees are special though.
I especially liked these lines: “A maze of tangled eulogy
Hanging softly in
The moist air
Without the burdens
Being felt
Or spoken,”
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So kind – thank you.
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Great writing!
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Thank you for looking in! Glad you like it😊
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This is so good. I love the way you move us through time and space, I love the way the tree becomes part of the environment, and the way new life emerges from death.
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Thank you Sarah, I have always liked the beauty of fallen trees.
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Great! I can see this poem as one of those young trees
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Thank you. Soon we’ll have a nice little forest 🌳
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