Walking In January

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Tue, 03 Jan 2023
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16 comments
 

Memories accumulate,

Meandering down

Squelchy muddy trails

Where naked branches

Rise and fall,

 

They speak freely

To me of the past

Through realms

Of my every being.

 

Furrowed trunks

Display curiosity

Of old father time

In silent reverie,

 

Recalling streams

Where energy flows,

Then I'm lost in the

Stillness as rain drops

Seep into musty earth

Where roots are

Nourished...as are mine.

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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

"...lost in the stillness as rain drops..."

 

Dreamy and timely, Jenny. Nicely done, of course. Paul :) 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

I'm so glad you liked this poem, and thank you so much for letting me know.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Even on dark, squelchy days there is so much to notice, and to calm and nourish calmness. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I totally agree with you Rhiannon, 

nature is beautiful even when it's cloudy, rainy and muddy.

Thank you for reading and your kind comment.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Very evocative Jenny - well done

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm so glad you enjoyed this poem insert. Knowing it's evocotive means a lot.

Many thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

By the way, Happy New Year to you and yours.

Also A BIG THANK YOU for the cherries, they were a nice surprise. 

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by moonphish on

beautiful. nice poem to start the day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Moonpish,

it's great to hear from you, I'm so glad this poem worked for you, and I appreciate you letting me know.

Many thanks, and Happy New Year.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

This is my current dog walking captured beautifully. Everything is so thoroughly dripping, squelchy. 'Seep into musty earth'. Your words remind me that these sights and sounds are indeed nourishing, I'm inclined to moan about what feels like constant rain and mud.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jane,

there's nothing like putting on a good pair of wellies and walking along muddy trails. It's kind of nice because not too many people are out in the rain, so as long as I'm waterproofed I'm happy.

I must admit your dog walking must be slightly different, because you don't have a choice as your dog needs the exercise. I expect you're longing for the Spring, but it won't be long now and the sun will be shining again.

I'm grateful for your comment and thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

at first "Memories accumulate" made me think of fallen leaves in drifts, but as I kept reading, it became about raindrops making "streams/where energy flows". I love the last part, particularly "Then I'm lost in the/Stillness as rain drops". The pace of the poem is so gentle, flowing, and "mine" at the end, rising up

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

you know January has become a pretty special month for me, it's a time of contemplation and recalling memories that are precious, but then you know me, always ready to think back on shared moments. 

I often wonder if the trees recall their own memories, I know it may seem daft to some people, but I suppose it's my imagination running overtime, and walking in the woods down muddy trails is such a good time to ponder on so many thoughts.

Your comments are always inspiring in the way you take so much from a poem. I appreciated your thoughts and thank you so much for letting me know.

Happy New Year to you and yours.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

yes, I believe they have memories, I don't think that is daft at all, or we are daft together :0)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks Di.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by celticman on

memories flow as you show, Jenny

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

you summed up my thoughts completely, memories certainly do flow. Glad you understood where I was coming from with this poem.

Many thanks for the read and your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley