My wonder pal, Christie Wyman, is hosting Poetry Friday at Wondering and Wondering this week. She invited members of the community to write a poem with a tree-related theme. Studying her photo below, I recall a long-ago spring afternoon filled with wistful wondering.
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| Photo of Fairyland Pond by Christie Wyman |
Tucked away in the corners of my mind,
a long-forgotten memory surfaces.
Glints
of sunshine
shine through trees
inviting me to breathe in
the freshness of springtime air.
I wander through lush countryside
wistfully wondering, finding the right angle
behind a camera lens. I seek nature's beauty
and notice majestic trees solemnly standing guard.
growing abundantly wait for picking. A solitary bench becomes an
ageless photo.
Their limbs lightly lift in the gentle breeze, gathering
my thoughts that race before me, in contrast to a slow pace.
Farmlands laden with red barns stretch out for miles. Wildflowersmy thoughts that race before me, in contrast to a slow pace.
growing abundantly wait for picking. A solitary bench becomes an
ageless photo.
Time does pass.
Memories fade
like ink on
parchment
parchment
but nature
remains as
a constant.
remains as
a constant.
©CVarsalona, 2019
Digitized photo of upstate New York in springtime
Christie's photo and mine will brighten the walls of the Splendid Spring Gallery collection that waits to be unveiled.
Thanks for linking up, Carol! I'm so glad you enjoyed my Fairyland Pond photo. It's a truly inspiring place! We both featured a tree shape poem, and that reminds me that my Kinders might find that fun to try. Cheers! -- Christie
ReplyDeleteChristie, I am so behind in my gallery unveilings. This has been a difficult year with my uncle falling last October and breaking his neck. 4 friends passed away; funerals were difficult. Life is fragile and intersects breaking the flow. Thank God for faith, yoga, and writing that allow me to step back and put all in perspective. I am rethinking the order of my galleries. Your new crop of Kinders will be another group to create poems and drawings for seasonal galleries. Shape poems would be so much fun to share. Maybe you could have some for the NCTE presentation so I could share their work.
DeleteWhile I love your poem the ending lines are my favorite,
ReplyDelete"but nature
remains as
a constant."
I hope we do all in our power to help nature.
I also like what you did with your NY digitized image, it has the feeling of an oil painting as if it was just painted, thanks!
Michelle, Yes, Michelle, we need to keep the environment as the constant for there is such beauty of the earth. Those last lines were my favorite too. They were the constant in the poem for me. I left them in tact while I played around with other lines during the multiple revisions. I had fun creating a piece of digital art from my original photo. The colors were strong to begin with but the softness and the blending really pumped up the piece.
DeleteIt's interesting to think of nature as a constant when it is ever-changing... I love it. Thank you, Carol. xo
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you found that line interesting, Irene. Nature changes its look with the seasons but remains a faithful visitor on earth.
DeleteI love your concrete poem Carol. In the last couple of weeks I've been brutally reminded that nature might remain constant, but it is also changing. Our relationships with trees sure is complicated.
ReplyDeleteFor sure your family's relationships with trees are complicated but it is history of love.
DeleteOh, I do love this one, Carol! Nature is our one constant...indeed!
ReplyDeleteNature is a constant source of comfort to me. You've written a beautiful poem, Carol, and your digitalized photo is the perfect accompaniment.
ReplyDeleteMemories fade like ink on parchment paper and the constant of change is powerful. I like the shape of your poem
ReplyDeleteOh, yes...tree limbs gather my thoughts. So many tree friends on my walks to talk to and to receive comfort from. A lovely concrete poem.
ReplyDeleteCarol, your poem, with those "glints of sunshine" and abundant wildflowers, creates such a feeling of serenity. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love that inviting bench in the photo! Great place to sit and write poems about trees!!
ReplyDelete"Wistfully wondering,finding the right angle"--finding the angle is essential, right? How do I look, how do I approach the poem to show an angle never before seen? I love that part of writing poetry.
ReplyDeleteSuch a thoughtful, introspective poem, Carol. Clearly you and trees meditated on this one together. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and photos, Carol!
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