I.
It is here in the wood
that I find my eternity.
It is here that I write my silence
in the vignette
of a
falling leaf.
II.
A friendship of blackened silhouettes
from length to length,
from root to sky-tip,
stretched,
in angled attempts to find a
parallel with the Universe.
Beyond burns an off-white glisten,
which brims the edges of the wood.
Seeps
into bark crevice and
mossy nook.
A community of darkened faces turns away from its glare.
A whispering and
reverence.
A grace of ebb and flow
in nurtured ways
of all and naught.
The Earth-ed palm
stretches upward its rigor mortis finger-trees and scratches.
Holes in the air.
III.
Aged timeliness stands still.
The Persistent Rest
exists
in the hush of decaying bloom.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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How I have missed your words Jen
The visuals are always stunning & now you've captured my attention with 3 parts... Bravo my dear!! Another prize winner
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I read this in two sections, and felt the last seven lines could be the opening; a I - II kind of thing. At first I thought they weren't needed at all but they're good so it'd be a shame to get rid of them completely.
I liked the use of grammar and punctuation, everything read very deliberately. "exists in the hush of decaying bloom." were particularly beautiful lines.
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