Even in grief and loss is she crowned
in quiet morning when deer
gnaw on the grainy bark and she is marked
by the wolf that watched.
Even in the coldest mornings,
when she is driest, does some sun
kiss her tenderly and call her too wait
through this one more season.
Sometimes it is not enough,
and she keels over in her knowing
that man will simply step over
what is her dead fall.
We exist, pale beneath the blue stare
but fringed with a last flurry of hope
that is waving frailly from some fond
branch of belief in someone.
Come, make me home for the forest
burrowers and borrowers,
let the last leaves of my longing
save me from being benign.
Author notes
Free Verse
In a list
A contest entry
- ~* Picture Contest *~ by Arkbear.
450 points, ended January 3, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very beautiful...
Aboslutley beautiful. I truly believe that you have captured the picture in which you based your poem on. I love your imagery and descriptions. Absolutely beautiful poem. I am glad I got to read this. Thanks for sharing..... Kassie. -
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thank you. I have lived and flown over such places as in the jpg., way up in the middle of Wood Buffalo National Park, in Canada. My monthly flight out of isolation always held such visions.
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"We exist, pale beneath the blue stare but fringed with a last flurry of hope" Sighhh...Your words, my Sister...I wallow in them & hope their golden glow will remain upon my skin for the warmth & understanding they provide...Such wisdom pours through your pen, Dear Heart...I see John enjoyed your penning, Sweetie...Good luck in his contest...
Wanda
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like us..... I might add.
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thank you, Wanad, my sister. it is so beautiful here in Fall....each place I have lived has such beauty...and all of them, their season to shine.
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Holy Moley !
There is such a tremendous amount of STORY in this write....I don't know where to begin ~
Even in the coldest mornings,
when she is driest, does some sun
kiss her tenderly and call her too wait
through this one more season.
You have done this picture well ~
I am in awe at this piece of work ~
I don't know who this is, because the new format will not allow us to see who wrote each peice when we as judges are reviewing....however, I feel full of serenity when I read this entry ~
Merry Christmas and the best of luck to you in this contest ~
Bear ~
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I have always seen the earth as Mother...even before I had traced my roots.... thank you for the kind comments and the Honorable Mention.
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Wow...this is GRAND!
Very well done!
This is grand in every way...your interpretation of the inspiration picture is spectacular and penned with elegance and grace!
I LOVE THIS WRITE...and the feeling it leaves me with.
Wonderful job.
You have an eloquent way of speaking within your poetry.
Blessings! Tammy
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Thank you, Tam. I appreciate your kind comments. I have lived in some beautiful places on the American Continent we call Mother Earth. How could I not be inspired and think her holy?
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Oh,I love your expressing the sun rise of morning over tree tops as a crown.This is an important piece on nature and I adored verse 4.Refering to all as borrowers is very relevent also.~~Susean
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thank you, my friend..... Living here in Maine...it certainly does look like she wears a crown in the beautiful low sun days of fall and early winter.
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