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Mish is host at dVerse tonight and offers this superb prompt.
Today, I am asking you to write a poem from the perspective of one of nature’s gifts…a tree, a wildflower, a leaf in the wind or even through the eyes of a wise old owl.
Think beyond personification. Get into character and show us the world through your new “eyes of nature”. You may want to describe the view from where you are, the scents, the sounds and textures. Or perhaps you have a message of enlightenment. There are many lessons to be learned from nature. You could give your element of nature an opinion and let it speak through your poetry. The choice is yours. Just remember to write from nature’s point of view.
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I seed fresh Spring hope
whilst dying from your wounds
and give my heart anew
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Nice song fitting the haiku.
Thanks Frank. The song was composed by a friend of mine.
Stunning simplicity!
Thank You.
The image of the dying and wounded earth is sad ~
I believe it to be true also Grace.
Few words. Proof that less is more!
Thank You Bev. I wanted impact.
The earth is still giving back, even when we wound all around us. Very true, Frank
Let me be Frank, Walter…oh wait!
This piece, coupled with that visual, makes me want to openly weep. My son (15) wants to become a scientist with a conservation slant. His heart for this earth makes mine sing.
I do openly weep for our Mother at times. I wish your son wings.
The disrespect of nature is so disturbing to me. Stunning little poem.
Thanks for your enthusiasm with the prompt! 🙂
Thanks again Mish for the prompt. I cannot and never will understand the mindset that can destroy home.
the criminals!…ugh…Nature won’t take a second to blot out the lowly humans from the face of this earth if She willed so…
Time will tell. It may yet come to that.
Thanks.
the song and your haiku create such a lovely ensemble.
I look at you silent
I feel what’s happening around
I know the truth because I don’t talk with words
I know the truth because I didn’t learn how to talk with words
I don’t need to prove anything
I don’t have anything to prove except for being here
I connect earth and sky
With indecipherable mathematical growing into space
Dancing in time, too slow to be seen
Year after year my leaves sing to the wind
I would tell you, if you could listen,
How to compose without thinking
Just letting the wind teach you
I could show you if only you would want to know
If you would pay attention to the dry sound
There is music as a passive act
Not to be taught
Nor to be sold
Thank You