Nature Makes
“it is joy…nature makes…late as tonight”
Emily Dickinson
Perfect stillness grows
Listening to nothingness
Allow being known
Not to be then named or owned
The soft light mirrors pale sighs
Time in the woods slows
Rest in repose your rushing
Empty your pockets–
Everything has it’s own home
Some things lovely are alive
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Truly needed to read this tonight. Thank you. I will sleep better for it!
Love:
Listening to nothingness
Allow being known
Not to be then named or owned
The pale light sighs and is filled
Thanks for commenting Pam.
When I read your comment I realized I could capture the end rhyme with “sighs/alive” ….neat …thank you 🙂
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“the soft light mirrors pale sighs” is beautiful. Reminds me of that early morning feelings when everyone else is asleep but yourself. The rhyme works well.
Thank you Jess. 🙂
Beautiful tenderness in this!
Love this use of form, how the meditative descriprive lines lean in to the subtle acrostic
Yes !!!!
Thank you Shaun …..yes !!!
That’s how I’m gonna try and get the series to line up …..we’ll see 🙂 thank you as always for your feedback.
Thanks for reading Linda 🙂
Only a couple more days to get them worked out 🙂
i can’t decide if this is actually (sort of?) heartbreaking…
having only morning experience with it- it’s hard to say.
feels like this little beast of a poem will shift in vibe as the sun/moon creeps across the sky. looking forward to testing
that theory.
You may be picking up on something.
It was written as a response to ” I robbed the woods ” and I tried to answer as treebeard would in a gentle chastisement.
listening to nothingness
is something we should all do
everyday
Beautiful and true!
Captures what contemplation is all about!
Oh, aren’t we lucky to have trees! I swear I can hear them talking to me at times. The last two lines feel like an exhalation after a year of held breath!
Two perfect stanzas!
Listening to nothingness
is listening to everything.
Love it. Everything has its own home — this is so true it hurts.