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I walked in the woods.
The Forest
Was combing her hair.
Leaves fluttered down.
applegrove
(118,677 posts)Corvo Bianco
(1,148 posts)Perfect.
WhiteTara
(29,718 posts)and poetic allusion. What confused you?
applegrove
(118,677 posts)WhiteTara
(29,718 posts)I can't imagine a world without poetry.
applegrove
(118,677 posts)WhiteTara
(29,718 posts)You have your eyes and that is enough.
I was just watching the wind blowing the leaves from the trees and it made me think of the Great Goddess combing her hair of tangles and knots. Nothing practical in that at all.
applegrove
(118,677 posts)something for my mom's funeral. At first when i read it i thought it was too dark. My mother was not a dark person. Then, after my mom's last weeks i got how gloom and doom is all a part of life and death. See I do get poetry.. after a bit.
Sleeping In The Forest
I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver
WhiteTara
(29,718 posts)That is a profound way of saying "I was scared to death and each time I realized I had be delusional and was better for my realization and now less afraid" or at least that's what I got from it.
applegrove
(118,677 posts)She was a very literal person too. She was from a valley that had been farmed for 200 years. Grew up on a farm. Loved the forest. It was poetic to turn her back to the earth. She was sick for a long time. That poem helped. And when she died we gave the plot of forest she still owned in that valley to the local Presbyterian church there.
WhiteTara
(29,718 posts)to spelling, not poetry. You need to be frank with me, I'll be earnest!
applegrove
(118,677 posts)Just playing with words but playing with spelling. Ha!
WhiteTara
(29,718 posts)applegrove
(118,677 posts)Donkees
(31,413 posts)WhiteTara
(29,718 posts)I didn't see the missing letter. That's how it works. We see others mistakes and rarely our own.