Monday, July 25, 2011

#10

This was the 45th prompt for Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck. The theme was nature and life. In a lot of places in Newfoundland the trees have grown into strange, savage shapes because of the wind sculpting them over time. I think they're incredibly beautiful, and for some reason this is the first thing I thought of when I saw this prompt.

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i recognize the sounds
of the world waking up,
the sun yawning whisps of
foamy clouds across the infant sky

and my feet touch the world's heart
as they move with me, crawling over
the detritus of summer like ants
weaving between the white trees

who stand solitary, their slender bodies
leaning back in rapture as they have done
since they were first ravaged by our winds -
fierce lovers, abstract artists

who on quiet days, gently kiss their masterpieces
admire their tender quills like tiny hands
reaching out to catch the rain, to hold
the sun like a warm stone in emerald palms



SJ

12 comments:

  1. Nice poem. It looks like the rock formation saved the trees from going all the way down. A great picture of nature's harmony.

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  2. who stand solitary, their slender bodies
    leaning back in rapture as they have done
    since they were first ravaged by our winds -
    fierce lovers, abstract artists

    I love this! I've always been fascinated by trees that are somehow pushed to extremes because of altitude or wind. Thank you for sharing this poem.

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  3. No, thank you for the kind words, all of you!

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  4. I like the tender build in your first two stanzas, yet you blew me away as does the wind in these last two:
    who stand solitary, their slender bodies
    leaning back in rapture as they have done
    since they were first ravaged by our winds -
    fierce lovers, abstract artists

    who on quiet days, gently kiss their masterpieces
    admire their tender quills like tiny hands
    reaching out to catch the rain, to hold
    the sun like a warm stone in emerald palms

    Very powerful imagery. Beuatiful paintings, the brush strokes of the wind leaving wonders.

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  5. mind blowing, the way your word speak and sing is poetic and impressive.

    cheers,
    welcome to Jingle Poetry.
    Happy Potluck.

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  6. Nice poem, love this "who on quiet days, gently kiss their masterpieces"

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  7. lovely descriptions, you put us there and let us feel the moment...like a stone in our hands we roll it over...really enjoyed this as i love nature...

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  8. Thank you! <3 I love it too :)

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  9. I loved all this imagry. BEAUTIFUL!
    I particularly liked "the sun yawning whisps of
    foamy clouds across the infant sky"

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