he loved the way her mouth tasted like autumn
But when will you understand, / my Forest Sovereign, / that they are crying because / you drink me in / but then send me on my way?
Inspired by the fabulous Linaji and her inspiring poem Tenacity. Linaji is a huge source of inspiration and reflection for me on RedBubble, and I’m thrilled to collaborate with her and this marvelous piece of word weaving. Tenacity There is a certain muscle in his heart, / Tenacious as hell, / Resolve with a heady mix of / Obligation and duty / Spilling over / To a dance of postponement and restraint. Yet a melding of dire consequences / That broke the camels back / Does not phase him / Situations that kill others hopes and dreams / Pass over him like duck water down his back He may swim in murky waters and smell the fires / Burning / But he does not flee / No, he feathers his nest even more now, / He goes about the duty of deliverance. / He has responsibility to thank for his persistence / Continuity a road well worn by his journey / And, / Agreements / Within / His only truth sometimes / Sustaining a position he burrows into / Roots growing fast and strong / Even if everything around him begins to rearrange themselves to a different set of beliefs / Revealing a different future / He remains a constant unto himself And sometimes I think this will actually work / Due to unbending intent / The broken pieces will just be ground / Down to dust particles / And change winds will blow them away What remains by his side is of his own doing / Scattered remnants of pain and pleasure / Leading the charge with flags flying / ‘We bring you liberation and freedom’ / However, in the charge there are many deaths and wounded inflicted by this Badge of honor / Worn with a mighty cause / His happiness or so it would seem. That is the beauty however of this beating heart / This righteous army / Swelling round the wounded and the lost / As the dust settles and the ‘liberators’ are reaching out / With grace / Smiling / Picking up the pieces with tenderness and tears We are convinced sometimes perhaps it is best / To remain here / In the place where one was born / Where one was once happy and playing as a child / Remembering only the sweetness of growing up / In a neighbor hood that had many stories of joy and / Pleasure. / So we take the liberators hand with a smile / Because now he has given us a piece of chocolate / With almonds / Something we have not had for a very long time. Linaji 2009
As she lifts her head, / to bow again, / she whispers love, / that morbid thing,
As I lay on the hospital bed today after my surgery, I glanced out the window and saw this tree by it’s lonesome just swaying with the wind and it inspired me to write this… / hope yous like this.
tumbling to earth / spinning around / slowly swirling / life profound / swinging on a tree / the very highest branch / love just waiting / for a…
The day the earth stood still / Was drizzled in fine summer sun / The kind that illustrates the sky
I stood at the earth’s brink…and blinked
The weeping willow whispered to me, wrapped me / in her draping fingers / and allowed me to Be for a while. (I never could forget that s…
treedancer and I / while on adventure / this afternoon…... / the aspens were gathered / in tremendous conversation / thunderbeings threw…
Branches bend and flex…bark exposed, naked, bashfully unashamed, revealing her secrets to the Universe.. ..
Wahono’win (grief and anguish) / Smell the incense of the Balsam, / Hear the words the Great Spirit speaks. / Time for mourning comes and pa…
The ice storm began on January 7th, 1998, late in the evening. By the time it finally ended it had destroyed hundreds of thousands of trees all over the state of Maine. Canada was also hit very hard and people were without power and water for many days and even weeks for some. But the tremendous loss to the forest will take / years to restore. But Mother Earth has the power within her to do just that. This is a poem I wrote following the storm. It was published in several papers in New England and Canada.
This was written by a friend for my image “Alone”, love it so much had to share. Thank you John :) TREE OF LIFE – JOHN JACKA Whil…
And so i creep through the darkened forest, treading carefully, / Tree branches lay on mulchy earth, leaves above like a sea of green,
There was a wee Bird / Sitting upon a little hill / She was a saddened wee Bird / All alone on that barren hill. / All the trees were gone / H…
Sad poem, but true. Continuing destruction of our forests worldwide is harming the Earth. The Birds and Animals need the trees for many things, the atmosphere needs the trees so the Earth can breathe. If the people continue destroying trees world wide it could result in another dust bowl, many many times worse than the dust bowl era from the 1930’s. This poem popped in my head this morning, i wrote it down at work this afternoon
....They raped her land with disregard, once Oceans green and blue….
A glimpse of the very possible future
And it’s blooms spring forth desire and passion, celebrating it’s love and basking in it’s sun of rejoyce.
This poem is about two things Love and our mother earth who keeps on giving
Wild things exploring the wildest ways, / Ah those were the daze.
A true story based on a very real and magical adventure I had in Ashdown Forest Kent at a small gathering where I encountered an Earth Spirit who warned me of impending danger of a fire that ravaged the yurt later that night with all my friends in it.A celebration of the wildness of the elements and spirit…
Have you ever looked at a tree? / Not just look at it, but really look, / Watching the leaves as they flow and flutter / Gently in the breeze.
I was talking to myself on a particularly breezy day watching the leaves of a tree, then told myself a story.
I often wish I could get them to talk to me and tell me what they have seen and experienced. They also evoke an incredible stillness, an…
Though we’ve lost the battle, / The war was still ahead.
Poem written while watching strip mining…
Poem written while watching strip mining…
The property was beginning to be livable, but what was happening to their parcel / of land?
The population of this earth struggles each day with the dilemma of growth verses / the sanctity of the land. This is one family’s struggle.
Daniel attempted to wiggle his toes against the cramping pain once more, but he no longer had freedom of movement for even that. Here i…
In the final frozen days of life, salvation blooms in an out-of-the-way place.
Light-catchers flutter, soaking Sun and it’s rays. / Drinking Light, clean and bright, offered during the days
Pick a subject then write a poem about it. But you can’t use the actual word of that subject in the poem, except for the title. It’s a fun mind bender.
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