It’s the 2nd day of National Poetry Month. This month I’m writing and sharing poems about walks in the woods. Here is a tanka for today.
When I Walk the Paths
It’s the 2nd day of National Poetry Month. This month I’m writing and sharing poems about walks in the woods. Here is a tanka for today.
Polonius got that one right...
Ponderings to Keep
Reflections on my life as a teacher, reader, writer.
Polonius got that one right...
Polonius got that one right...
Polonius got that one right...
Blogging my way through the year
Polonius got that one right...
Polonius got that one right...
shouting my heart out for all who may listen
Polonius got that one right...
Lit On Fire!
"It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time."
Polonius got that one right...
Yet There is Method 
Yes. We’re such a blip on the clock of time, aren’t we? (We as in humans AND we as in individuals.)
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We really are. It’s a strange thought, but yes.
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Nature always reminds me of how small and relatively insignificant I am, in the greater time frame.
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The last line really resonated with me — I remember feeling that when I went on a hike around a waterfall.
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The natural world (well, what we call the natural world) is like that–it happens to me often.
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I love the image of the “leaf whispering trees” and the perspective of our time and purpose on earth. We are so small…
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Thanks, Leigh Anne. That perspective can be sobering.
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Wow! Today my limbs are feeling old. How must those “leaf whispering trees” feel? Your short poem packs a large sobering punch…in a good way.
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Thank you. This unseasonably cold weather in the south has me feeling more than my age this morning!
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I love the line “I am aware of my time” as for me it’s a call to be present in the moment. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you, Michelle!
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Thanks for this, Tim! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Leaves and limestone heights, so relatable to us all in our small and short-lived human forms. Nature persists. Thankfully.
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Thankfully…yes.
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This is both heartfelt and melancholy. It’s beautiful.
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Thank you, Lainie.
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So much contained in so few words…haunting. A memento mori. Yet there are whispers of gratitude in it.
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Fran, your insight leaves me speechless sometimes.
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Though they do change, those limestone and trees seem timeless–unlike our lives which move so fast.
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Kay, you’re spot on with those words!
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So haunting. Randy and I stood by a holly tree that is closing in on 300 years old recently, and I had the same thoughts. Beautifully expressed!
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Thank you, Laura. Here in the eastern US where I live, it’s hard to find “really old” trees, but when I do, I’m overcome with a sense of awe. Topography can do the same thing, sometimes.
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What would it be like if trees could talk and tell the story of the ages? Or what about the rocks? Oh my!
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I’m not sure, but I think I’d love to hear it!
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Love the sound of the leaf whispering trees–and yes, time can be on such a grand or rapid scale in nature.
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Thanks for reading and commenting! You’ve got me thinking: “grandly rapid?” or “rapidly grand?” {smile}
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