ii; mythos of a mondream
By Feral
It was easy to be wounded by the trees;
to dream of life as a cathedral oak
and root myself in the quiet, misting stillness.
Heartwood pulses a gentle tattoo
in rhythm with thunder,
in intimacy with a becoming.
The sun warm on my leaves, soil cool on my roots;
a monkess divining life through mycorrhizae and
photosynthesizing a pantheon:
Blushing at the sun,
growing by moonlight
marvelling at the nature of bones.
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Copyright 2016 Feral
Published on Thursday, December 8, 2016.
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On Tuesday, November 7, 2017, Cassette
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beautiful part two... as stunning as the last one.
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On Sunday, February 5, 2017, out there
(188) wrote:
'and root myself in the quiet, misting stillnesss.. ' could've chosen almost any line. a beautifully worded poem.
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A former member wrote:
I must admit, your poetry is sublime! love how the complexity is woven into simplistic structure...really really fun to read...
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On Sunday, October 16, 2016, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Longing for the stately serenity of the long-lived trees, while we envy them, and they perhaps do us in return. While a million stomata breathe in a voiceless susurration. Cheers Feral! - Dan
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On Sunday, October 16, 2016, Devil lyn
(368) wrote:
Honestly, this piece is quite stunning, eclectic ...