Dustin Plants Seeds
Way up at the top, under
the doomed bare White Ash.
Among strewn runic rubble
a fresh new opportunity
of stairs takes us to a place
where a small Hydrastis patch
still grows, unfolding in the
space of one deep breath.
Goldenseal, planted as a berry
by a friend.
by a friend.
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new borne chance-
the borer begets.
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unfolding in the space of one deep breath, like this lovely poem. nice one, Coleman.
The first two lines, that sentence, is priceless, Another whimsical transmission from the forest from Coleman.
Beautiful. Description, the moment, history contained in the moment, and the moment speaks.
It’s a wonderful poem, Coleman. I love the strategic use of italics for effect. Overall, I am left feeling mournful for the “strewn runic rubble,” then hopeful for the actions of your friend. Good sparing use of detail, too. Is the poem inspired by the windstorm we had earlier this year?
Jim, I love what you said!!!
So the italics are lifted from Dustin’s comments on some of my poems this year. It just worked so well in the context of planting seeds.
The poem is inspired by a visit form Dustin last year when we went up and planted some of the goldenseal berries from the teaching garden back into the forest for rewilding.
Lol…..Lee………I’m terrible with names …..:-)
I really like the connection to Dustin described in this poem. We need a photo of the goldenseal berry. 👽
it like a light breeze
luminous & airy,
the title that names a name
brings it to earth (beautifully)
now i can always see the goldenseal.
Never waste a crisis! The imagery is vivid and the message is clear, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, there is always a chance for growth and renewal. Well done Coleman!
Beautiful, dreamy poem. I love the way the italicized phrases stand out, and how they read just by themselves-their own poem.
I love the connection of rubble, stairs and unfolding.