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Let Nature speak – in syllables untypable, nuances not uttered in words so much as living letters which etch life into the living. Let Nature write – phrases one breeze-breadth long, one sunset soliloquy wide, one pollen-laced paragraph high. She prints her poem onto recycled papyrus, onto hearts grown green – who will read it to…
Let Nature speak –
in syllables untypable,
nuances not uttered in
words so much as living
letters which etch life into the
living. Let Nature
write – phrases
one breeze-breadth
long, one sunset soliloquy
wide, one pollen-laced
paragraph high.
She prints her poem
onto recycled papyrus,
onto hearts grown green –
who will read it to our
children? Who will
translate her manuscript
without editing out her soul?
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Oh my goodness! What a cute catch. 🙂
Did he write this post or did you?
He was a rather clever little fellow – found the ‘f’ and the ‘g’ right away. But then he lost interest and got lost in the numbers… so I had to write it, after all! 🙂 There must have been a batch of tadpoles just turned into frogs – there were tons of them, all this teeny weeny size!
Hi I love this picture it just set the tone for the poem. Being close to nature is the reason we left the concrete jungle. We often go for drives and take what nature has to give. We have the beautiful rolling hills of farmland that look like patchwork quilts of greens and yellows as well as several beautiful lakes. Every time we drive I always ask my husband the same question do you think the people who were actually born here appreciate the scenery as much as we do. I must say I have been really sick with asthma and I was back at the hospital twice in one day because of a lung infection and this heatwave were having is not helping but your poetry always lifts my spirits and I just can’t wait to see what you post next take care !
I live in farmland, too – born and raised not far from here, and it is in my blood, I think! My husband and I often go for an evening drive, and we see moose, deer, beavers, foxes, – even a rare egret last week! I’m so glad to hear about others who enjoy their world as much as I do – I hope we can pass that love of nature on to the next generation!
You are very sensitive to talk about feelings and nature.
I agree, Who? who will read it to our children?
Hugs 🙂
Thank you Sissy! Maybe you will be the one… 🙂
Your craft grows and grows…
Yay! Thanks, Rob. I’m so glad for that encouragement…
I’m quite serious, Melody. I think your craft is deepening, becoming more…adventurous, mystical even.
I’m so pleased! I am taking it more seriously, trying new things, reading more poetry to get a sense of how to package ideas better. That really means a lot to me that it is noticeable!! 🙂
Wonderful, wonderful, all of it.
🙂 Thank you!
Hey, I’m definitely listening!
I thought you would be! 🙂 I hope that there will be many of the next generation who will get out into that rich wild heritage of ours and learn to appreciate and protect it…
I am optimistic about that.
Adorable!!
Thank you! 😉
Reblogged this on Cytherean Dreams and commented:
Have to re-blog, just for the incredibly cute (and unedited) mini-frog picture.
You’ve really hit home with this one, Melody! Love it!
Thanks Pam! I appreciate that.
Beautiful, Melody. “Who will translate her manuscript without editing out her soul?” Nature is the ultimate poem. She speaks in flowers, in birdsong, in sunsets, in rain, not words.
Her writing is eloquent beyond words, for sure. Thanks, Marty!
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