There is a formless entity within a forest;
a suggestion that we feel but sight can not form,
a fragment of what, we surmise,
is simply a nonexistent possibility.
It is a brush that touches raised senses;
a shift of hair on the back of your neck,
a ruffle on the front of your arm,
a knowing there is a moon
although dense cloud-cover hides it,
a faltering around of quivering anticipation
that things will move and it will appear.
Standing beside a red rock rim of descending ions,
is to know that the absence of water
would leave a deafening sound,
that none but soul could hear,
as a gulping need to own the sea.
A mountain, in the distance,
can fade into heat waves on a yellow prairie,
but to stand in the depth of a piney land
and see the trail ascend with smell of minty skullcap
is to know, there is something else to climb to
another rock-fisted path to ponder
as the last hill just around the corner.
How can we say for sure,
what sees that we do not see it?
How does it know we believe,
When we are stumbling, head-down,
in our rush to conquer nature?
I know the signs we are given
for I have seen the treetops crack
and let through a sudden brilliant light.
I have seen a silver sliver of salmon slide, achingly,
above the highest point of the highest mountains
and make it look so easily a feat.
Black night has laid hard on me
and I have still heard an owl cry for morning.
Author notes
my own photo - Gibson's Landing Forest
In a list
A contest entry
- Leave No Trace...PIF Contest ...overnight by kaibab.
900 points, ended August 17, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Magnificent!!
Love this one Sweet Soul
Wonderful journey You take the reader on
The images are breathtaking!!
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I know the signs we are given
for I have seen the treetops crack
and let through a sudden brilliant light.
I have seen a silver sliver of salmon slide, achingly,
above the highest point of the highest mountains
and make it look so easily a feat.
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Love it!
Congratulations on Your HM
Many blessings to You
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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such beauty there is in whispered wood, reading this is like feeling home...
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Reverence is our only Mother,
melting soul to find its level,
when water flows, inside our chasm,
and hollow wells within our passion,
this is earth's true creature
chanting those ancient songs
of spirit's breath
giving back the air she offered,
until the land is heard, as sacred.
this is impossible to judge...
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and I agree with your choices for the top trophies..whole heartedly. Ty for the points and the tophy for me as well.
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WOW
So very amazing as always
Just breathtaking!
Perfect for the prompt!
Lynda
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Congratulations to you, pen friend.
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"I know the signs we are given
for I have seen the treetops crack
and let through a sudden brilliant light.
I have seen a silver sliver of salmon slide, achingly,
above the highest point of the highest mountains
and make it look so easily a feat.
Black night has laid hard on me
and I have still heard an owl cry for morning."
Wow. What an exquisite penning this is, my dear Friend. Rich will be thrilled with this entry, I know. You're such an incredible writer, Sweetie. Great picture, too. Good luck in the contest. Wanda
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this is one of myf avorites of me...it carries a great deal of who I wish to always be.
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the ending blew me away! Wonderful and amazing! this is says so much!
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ty asfund, I appreciate yoru kind comments.
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