

All rights reserved by Lona Gynt, May 2018. Attributed re-blogging is welcome.
All rights reserved by Lona Gynt, May 2018. Attributed re-blogging is welcome.
"In order to rise from the ashes, the Phoenix must first burn." -Octavia Butler
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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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