Are your emotions like a babbling
brook with fallen leaves...collective
upon a rock that only gathers moss
Is your love like stagnant pools
of water, reflective of only oneself
Affirm your self worth with the
magnitude of changing seasons
elicit each one
renewed with faith
much like the forest lives
with its branches extended
Let the whispers of the forest
fill your ears with the winds of
wisdom, for there is much
knowledge to be gained
with the velocity of all its might
in an aftermath of peace, when
life is Likened to a Forest glen
(c) Likened to a Forest glen
19August2011
Vivian L. Dawson
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Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2011
Somebody coined the phrase "nature deficit disorder" to describe the growing gap between us and the natural world. Your call to reconnect is well timed. Our ancestors knew a thing or two.
I like that "winds of wisdom" phrase; neat alliteration.
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2011
NO BETTER PLACE TO BE ...IN THE QUIET OF THE FOREST GLEN REFLECTING...WONDERFUL WRITE VIVIAN AS ALWAYS, ANNA
Is your love like stagnant pools
of water, reflective of only oneself
No. My love is not like that but I do know some whose "love" is such. You offer great advice via your verses here, Vivian. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
You know, I just got back from Lake Namakan..it is in the Voyageur National Park (15 miles by boat to the middle of nature) it is exactly like your poem expresses, it was at times like sitting in a conversation with the forest...everything comes to life....and I am going back up this week for more good company :) This is truly beautiful! :)
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 23, 2011
Ab-so-lutely! Let your mind wander alongside a babbling brook. Listen to the whispers of the leaves in the trees and find a knowledge you never expected to have be yours. Nice work.
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I like that "winds of wisdom" phrase; neat alliteration.
Be always safe,
Karen
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
fill your ears with the winds of
wisdom
I try to do that, as often as I possibly can.
of water, reflective of only oneself
No. My love is not like that but I do know some whose "love" is such. You offer great advice via your verses here, Vivian. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Blessings,
Christine
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