it is not like
we can wait,
burning as we do
with the long ache for
dissolution of self
among the choir of trees –
barefeet crunching
in late summer leaves
it is not like
we can wait,
hem entangled
in snag breath lichen twigs
and thorn –
to part ferns, soft grown
knee high, to find
this slow undoing
where the longing of bones
meets rapturous
the long silence of trees.
it is not like
the world
can wait
For Brendan at Earthweal’s weekly challenge: WILD MIND
https://earthweal.com/2022/02/07/earthweal-weekly-challenge-wild-mind/
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I love how the opening lines lead so naturally and truthfully into the final line! ❤
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Thanks so much for your comment and for reading. 🦋
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No…that meeting must be present, here, now. (K)
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“….where the longing of bones meets rapturous the long silence of trees.” So lovely. The world needs all the greenness it can get.
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Thanks Sherry xx
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No, it’s not like we have time to wait, in our brief little dance of life. The economy of expression here builds a remarkably strong poem, full of living images of the things which connect us to the natural world. Enjoyed it very much.
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Thank you.
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I do not believe we can wait any longer to take action. And yet we continue to wait!
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Yes, I agree. The time is now. Action can make many forms too.
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It’s not like spirit and world can delay their consummation in each other — that urgency is wild, is the earth’s and our thought of it when life is grounded and present. Amen.
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Amen.
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so well done – tone, tenor, pace, emotion – thought ~
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thanks always.
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