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Through a Sacred Forest
Don't speak.
Too many miracles are
happening:
wild mint, sassafras,
blackberries
and rumors of a bear—
just another glossy evening
to hunt the thought
that got away
and follow it somewhere,
anywhere,
it doesn't matter.
Its life is its own.
They say the bear came
down from the
mountains, and yes,
I intend to see it. I've
ceded too much
territory to fear
and now it's time
to love everything—
to be the sky, the bear,
the stars,
the All,
amazed by itself,
returning to the beginning,
entering the silence,
inviting others
into the grand surprise
before life's gateway closes
like the iron lid over
the dogwoods
where Venus burns through
with a new idea,
and like any good fight
this day will not die
gracefully. It will
thrash in a pink storm
and dive and sing
on its way
to another life,
as we should,
and this time
I choose freedom.
This time I will not
turn back.
This time I will be
fully drenched
in the beauty, the wonder,
the terror . . .
My heart in lockstep
with the tin march
of cicadas,
I walk deeper,
and deeper still,
into the forest
that knows my name.
Patricia Joan Jones
Awesome!
Over my short time writing I've found myself drawn towards descriptions of nature and it's peace, and of sunsets and sunrises. I enjoyed walking through
your forest and seeing your rowdy sunset immensely!
thank you
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
Thank you for your gorgeous
Thank you for your gorgeous comment. I enjoy the natural element in your brilliant work as well.
Sorry I missed the initial
Sorry I missed the initial posting of this. I can only plead the medical difficulties of the last couple of days in my defense; not an excuse but an explanation. This poem is very consistent in displaying the grand PATRICIAN style, but that long third stanza is a foremost example of that style. I find myself at a loss for words because of your tremendous dexterity with words; no prose comment of mine can come near to describing the enormity of your achievement in this poem and your other poems. I know I become repetitious in trying to comment, but I am not sorry for that, because I am just as repetitious in trying to describe a constellated sky or the beauty of a new morning.
Starward
I'm so sorry you haven't been
I'm so sorry you haven't been feeling well; it's important to make your health a priority. I'm so moved and deeply grateful for your supportive words illuminated by beautiful imagery. They are a consoling light and a motivation to take the time to create. You know I value your opinion, fine poet. Take care.
U Got Me There
"...the ALL,/amazed by itself..." is where I paused and re-read. Nice image. I will watch for the bear cubs. The bear, by the bye, is terrifyingly huge and will take time to teach how to ride a mono-wheel. Big LIKE! ~S~
Thank you so much for that
Thank you so much for that delightful comment. Your support and sparkling sense of humor made my day!