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weusedtobegiants · 9 hours ago
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I sat beneath the tree for a while. There was only one tree left.
Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts
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starrysurrealism · 14 hours ago
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Dancing through trees A temptation unseen So sweet is my memory
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My poem "Like a River Stood on End" republished with a video!
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My poem “Like a River Stood on End,” first published in Cherry Tree, has just been republished online at The Talbot Spy. And there’s a short video of me reading the poem. Thank you, James Dissette!
Read/watch the poem HERE!
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samileen · 2 days ago
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Stripped in the cold.
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derangedrhythms · 3 days ago
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from 'The Moon and the Yew Tree'
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thorsenmark · 4 days ago
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The Cliff Wall Was To My Front (New River Gorge National Park & Preserve)
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The Cliff Wall Was To My Front (New River Gorge National Park & Preserve) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: The Cliff Wall Was To My Front Endless, so the sign mentioned Forest of colors caught in the morning sun A river gorge had been carved out below In a contemplative solitude Nature and I chatted about our travels Gone was that morning fog Replaced with blue skies and sun A wildness stood in front of me I was in awe! Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one morning from Diamond Point Overlook while walking the Endless Wall Trail in New River Gorge National Park & Preserve. At this overlook on the trail, I had a view looking to the east-southeast and upstream with the New River. I took advantage of the high ground that I was on to capture a sweeping view across this river gorge and valley. My thinking in composing the image beyond that was to include some of the nearby trees and rock outcropping as kind of a layered approach to look into the image. I did some initial post-processing work making adjustments to contrast, brightness and saturation while playing around as I learned how to work with DxO PhotoLab 4. I then exported a TIFF image to Nik Color Efex Pro 4 where I added a Polarization, Skylight and Foliage filter for that last effect on the image captured.
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felsenthal · 4 days ago
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confession / how to breathe
confession.
it’s hard to swallow at night, keep it inside
sink sink
my nails into the crisscrossing scars -
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confession.
yellow mask, a white lie, tap tap I think I’ve forgotten
how to breathe
when there is no air left
when there are no willow trees no moss just
a cracked ceiling, bandaged blood, pursed lips,
shifting ribs.
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confession.
it gets easier when I’m alone,
no “you’re so brave” because I know I’m not
it gets manageable when I don’t have to check
to see if my hair looks ok, if I pretty cry
(I don’t)
(I don’t cry)
it gets easier when I’m alone, when there is no hand on my back crushing my windpipe when there is
nobody
there to say I’m brave I’m strong
(I’m not)
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confession.
I think I remember how to breathe now,
underwater
and ignoring the screams in my lungs.
I can breathe when I’m home, I don’t have a home
but the valley looks nice this time of year, doesn’t it?
purple mountains take a little off my shoulders.
yeah, I think I remember how to breathe now -
it goes like
smiley sticker rubber tree static slide
it goes like
hair tucked lips curled I love the way you laugh
like
seaglass butterflies purple mountains in the mist
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it goes like a song, counting time
beat beat beat beat
breathe in
beat beat beat beat
breathe out
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hedgehog-moss · 4 days ago
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I borrowed a book of poetry from the library last week and it was really nice, so I googled the author (a 50-year-old French woman) to see what else she had written, and discovered on her website that she owns horses and offers rides in the woods during which people read & discuss poetry, including ‘moonlight rides’ and themed rides centred around a particular poet or topic. Sometimes you get a glimpse into a softer world... in which someone makes a living writing and publishing poems and taking people on poetry-themed horse rides by moonlight. I was going to say “I hope she’s having a great day” but I’m sure she is.
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poetictouch · 4 days ago
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Stop and consider! life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree's summit.
~ John Keats
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kenneturner · 4 days ago
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Jay
Mexican Jay on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne Jays are great tree planters. by Jackie Morris
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ananda14 · 5 days ago
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Contemplations, Featuring Gus, Brutus, et al
Contemplations, Featuring Gus, Brutus, et al
Dear Friends, This is my new blog series and Gus, Brutus and all creatures great and small that will be featured would greatly appreciate you becoming a follower, if you are not yet.
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The Woods
I spend a lot of time in the woods, it’s quiet there, I can be at peace for a while —less stimuli to trigger hallucinations or full blown ‘episodes’ in the trees where I feel nothing but at home. The… things I see constantly aren’t so bad in the daylight, they linger small and semitranslucent in the shade or around the bones, but at night … I had an episode in the trees my last trip and all I could say to explain what happened was that those little shadow beasts on all sides had too many teeth and too many eyes.
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woodlandtrust · 6 days ago
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The Sea in the Trees - Kit Wright
When the warm wind was flowing In the leaves of the tall ash tree, The old man fell asleep in the park And he dreamed of the sound of the sea.
The branches filled and billowed, The highest mainmast swayed, As long sea-miles of the afternoon His green galleon made…
In the harbour of the shade.
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