Inspired by Charley’s Silent Sunday post today. Two of the ornaments put on my family’s Christmas tree today. I wrote a poem to go with it but am unsure about sharing it now.
Music and Dance
Trees
A Challenge
I wrote this little poem for MLMM’s photo challenge #439 and for FOWC: Segment.
Photo credit: Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra ACT
Exploring to new, unknown islands, Across dark water under cloudy sky: Even the trees do not look green, As everything seems shadowy -- But keep on going, in your yellow boat, This is one segment of your journey.
If You Had an Inkling….
If you had an inkling Of the world beyond the brick wall That depression presents, You would do anything To find a way to experience it, Even Live. If you had an inkling That even in the pouring rain You could see such green, You would take your inspiration From the hedges and the trees, Grow and Live.
For Sadje’s WDYS, this image from Unsplash:
The Trees are Swimming
For MLMM’s Photo Challenge #416, Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces, and FOWC: Replaceable.
The trees are swimming, The sky is water -- The floor is the ceiling It seems, the shelter Topsy-turvy, I am Exposed to a world unknown, Unfortunately not replace -Able with the previous.
photo credit: Lerida
What Do You See?
It’s the last day for Sadje’s WDYS #135, and this is also written for MLMM’s Photo Challenge #415. This turned out pretty meta.
Why has it been so hard for me to write something about this? This picture is more open-ended than most; my response could go anywhere. Just like that path through the trees. Just like much of life. The plethora of possibilities, the branching pathways — they make decisive action more difficult, becoming paralyzing.
Let’s start. Just write. What’s through those trees?
After long walking
Find a place to cool and rest —
Tiger in the pool!
Photo credit Claudia Weijers
Tree Branches
I just wrote this “Parallelogram de Crystalline” poem (a new form for me!) for MLMM’S Saturday Mix: Lucky Dip and Photo Challenge #414, as well as for FFFC #169. I wanted to post my response before the new one is posted tomorrow, hence the late hour. Yes, 9:30 is late for me. 😆
I will try this form again tomorrow!
Tree branches
Stark against the blue sky --
Observer's eyes looking up, reaching
This world I'd
Too big for one tree to
Reach -- even if it were a banyan
The world of
One coffee shop, open
Via phones to all people online
Everyone
Connected in a web,
But can you reach beside you, two feet?
Photo credit: Tanya Grant
Photo from abi ismail at unsplash.com
Among the Trees
A six-sentence story, also inspired by this week’s WDYS prompt from Sadje.
Leaving her house, leaving her city — it feels like coming home, to be immersed in fresh air and delightfully lost among the trees. Do the flowers and birds live at the same ever-hastening pace as humanity?
This place allows her to, for the first time in a while, inhale deeply and exhale slowly. Her lungs drink in the pure forest air like a thirsty man after days in the desert.
What a wonderful and necessary respite — unfortunately too brief. She glances at her phone and sees that she has 3 hours before she needs to get back to so-called “real life.”
I enjoyed writing this little story because, although I don’t exactly go on hikes, I do greatly enjoy long walks in nature. There is an arboretum on the college campus where I went to college, and I would often take walks there, or even simply find a bench to sit on and relax next to the birds / plants / lizards.
Starry Night?
This is my response to MLMM’s Photo Challenge #408, this image:
Photo credit Sarah Whiley
I realized after a day that it was probably supposed to be a reflection in a pond or some kind of water, but my original associations were with Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night.” Another nonet.
Passing
Another Sijo poem for this week.
The leaves are dying, but they let go of the trees gloriously.
Whispers of snow coax them; the leaves leap into the unknown, knowing
They need not return to the Spring, to what they used to be.
Many Types of Trees
Many trees outside are staying green,
Though even here it’s getting colder.
In my neighborhood some fallen leaves
Are red; seems falling makes them bolder.
However long the time, they offer
Beauty, which it is a joy to see —
And inside, there is a Christmas tree.
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