Pool in the Woods
By onemorething
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The sun shows the wood
the mystery of its nuclear fusion,
how it streaks in bright filaments
to illuminate the moss-dressed branches,
how it infiltrates the uncertainty
of what resides in the darkness.
If there is a god, then she is here,
solar, pregnant with light,
she is here forging silver shades of lichen
and turning leaves to the golden dust
that every star is born from.
She is reinventing everything.
Sit with me upon the soft lap of a clear pool,
be still with me,
and in the silence of ourselves,
we will hear only the politics of bees,
words that ripple at the water's edge
and the citizens of trees,
and when we merge
into this godliness of greenness,
we will tremble with love.
This is a product of insomnia written at 3.30am following a brief twitter conversation about this painting Pool in the Woods. (I always knew that Twitter was the devil's work.) So this is another ekphrastic poem from me. Which might be a bit too...well, I might end up deleting it when I wake up. We'll see. Image is from wikimedia commons.
https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pool_in_the_Woods_(George_Inness).jpg
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Don't even think about
Don't even think about deleting this!!!
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I understand your anxiety
I understand your anxiety about the quality of the work, Rachel. I very often doubt myself and, just like you, I am tempted to delete a particular piece especially if it doesn't receive any comments. This I do from time to time. You must not entertain such thoughts: your creativity seems to know no bounds and I am not the only one who appreciates your input as you can see from the many accolades you receive.
I am intrigued by the assumption that if there is a god it is a female one. I have many times wondered about what language he/she/it would speak.
Luigi x
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Hi Rachel,
Hi Rachel,
I too hope you don't take this poem off, it speaks to me and I like the idea of that last stanza, it's kind of calming in the darkness of the unknown.
As always a master poem.
Jenny.
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Just look at these lines:
Just look at these lines:
we will hear only the politics of bees,
words that ripple at the water's edge
and the citizens of trees,
...wonderful! This is a beautiful peaceful poem, I love it. Do you want criticism too? I never know whether people want that...it's all personal anyhow - I just found the word 'radiation' a little harsh/scientific...well I don't really know what, but it just grated a bit. It's probably just me...! Apart from this though...gorgeous poem! x
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Hmm...and in the silence of
Hmm...and in the silence of ourselves...maybe? x
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Echoing all the comments
Echoing all the comments about not taking it off. Captivated by the picture - thank you for putting the link on so we can see it in more detail.
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I do so like the line
I do so like the line illuminate the moss-dressed branches.
You describe the sight and sounds at the quiet, darkened and lightened, pool in the woods so well
But that sunlight from its core of nuclear fusion has to have been created, and that One who did so used the male pronoun, though he is Spirit, when he spoke to us, and created both male and female to be his children. It is truly beautiful sunlight that he made to be so 'just right and exquisite' here on earth, and the stars, too. Rhiannon
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I love it all. It is my
I love it all. It is my favourite of all your wonderful poems I have beem so lucky to read. And the picture is lovely, I had not heard of him
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Thank you for taking me
Thank you for taking me somewhere far more peaceful and lovely than where I am. I think our sensibility to life and beauty is much sharper at the moment.
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