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Sunday, 19 January 2014

19 january


in the oaken wood


 owl nest sits in an old yellow pine

where the trunk bends entwined with moonseed vines

chilling squalls sigh through tree tops

conjuring neglected spirits 



pulling my cap down over my curls 

i put my back to the wind 

and carry my trinkets home-

 








9 comments:

  1. This paints a pretty mental image.

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  2. Owls have always been considered wise and I hope it guides the neglect spirits.

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  3. the sunday whirl sounds like fun and I like what you did with your words this week~!

    that last line made me smile.

    :-)
    libbyQ

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  4. This really sings to me thank you for sharing....

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  5. That owl will remember you taking those trinkets! The images you created in your piece were beautiful.

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  6. Lovely poem. I like the words and images they make. I want to see an owls nest and a moonseed vine. Love you poem,

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  7. good read; have a nice day

    much love...

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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