there are transitional moments, spaces filled with
wildfire and earthquake and avalanche, yet wilderness
speaks more of the sun pouring his heart out in dapples
and of the paced stew of the ever-changing seasons,
the promise of rough paths alongside the lives of trees,
the lonely lakes that mirror endless sky-play, and always
those smart birds hitching free rides on thermal columns
how cherish-able is the insouciance of the backcountry, prized
for its medicinal value, for its stringy-barked eucalyptus and
frizzy moss, for its innocence in tossing up and carving out
the weathered mountains, the rugged expanse of palisades,
the high-principled stone obelisks rising from frothing seas;
Oh! how treasured is the untrammeled earth, the wilderness ~
so reverent in its prayers, its songs of praise, soaring
tower-like, a marvel of primordial cathedrals spinning
past the cruciferous hallmark of hawk against the blue and
cloud-bedecked sky; ageless, these untamed places are
rock-solid sanity and tree anchored, feeding those who sit
one with them, who own the wilderness essence from the heart’s
unbroken core, finding their own soul as incorruptible as stone
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” John Muir, Our National Parks
© 2014, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; the photograph of Big Sur is in the public domain
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
This week’s prompt is short and sweet. How does wild nature make you feel at the very core of your being? Tell us in prose, poem or even photography. If you feel comfortable, leave your work below or, if it’s too long or it’s photography, leave a link to it that we might all enjoy. Your work will be featured here at The Poet by Day next Tuesday.
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We continue with the current recommended read: On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century by Timothy Snyder. Left, right or center – American or not – it’s a must read.
LESSON FOURTEEN, Establish a Private Life: “Nastier rulers will use what they know about yu to push you around. scrub your computer of malware on a regular basis. Remember that email is skywriting. Consider using alternative forms of the internet, or simply using it less. Have personal exchanges in person. For the same reason, resolve any legal trouble. Tyrants seek the hook on which to hang you. Try not to have hooks.” Prof. Snyder, On Tyranny, Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century
This is spectacular 😊
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Thank you for your visit and for taking the time to write a kind comment. 🙂
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Hello Jamie, A bit late to respond but here it is. You can read it at https://reneejustturtleflight.com/2017/05/09/eclipsing-rainbows. Your write here is wonderful!
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Yea Wilderness! Thank you for this subject and your wonderful poem.
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I thought of you actually when I did this.
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Gee! 🙂
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Yeah! I wonder why. LOL! 🙂
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Thanks Jamie. Here is my response for the challenge.
::aside::
i cannot live through
stagnant water,
i need oxygene
to survive this life,
to swim in clear
utter glory,
natures sweetest potion,
float among lilied notions
and live readily.
rancid pools a bitter
marriage make,
yellow scum upriver,
comes down reminding
sleepless nights
and half remembering.
running water or amnesia?
sbm.
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Nicely done, Sonja.
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just how is it
that you suddenly feel an urge
to reach for pen & notebook
to record some Great Thought?
some itch of the brain –
grumble of neurons:
the remembering of rolling a little ball of snow
around a winter lawn till it becomes
impossible to manage the times
when you looked up at the night sky
to locate Orion’s Belt
Niord’s horn sounding
over all the bent forest winds
to come to this place here & now
where the river flows in & out
all day & night
moment for picking up
the thread of things once more
making a knot in time
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By the way, that’s from my next collection building in the computer! Love your starter poem, Jamie!
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Thanks, Colin! What is the poem’s name – if any? And what is the working title of your collection so that I might mention it?
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The ‘title’ of all my poems is the first line!
just how is it [in bold!]
The working title in the computer file is ‘The Next One’! Goodness knows what it will eventually be called!
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Okay. Thanks!
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“making a knot in time” … what a perfectly lovely close, Colin.
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Love your poem. Love the prompt. I’m going to write to this one. My “wild nature” is close by because I no longer hike and is precious. I’m lucky to live on an Island in Puget Sound. I’m also listening in to “my wild nature”—that inner self that has wildness, is wild—what do I mean, want to say? May you encounter wild nature today, Jamie. This came at exactly the right moment. Peace be with you, Lisa
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Hi, Ashley! Enjoy. I look forward to reading your write.
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Here is my submission, Jamie:
As I Dive
I make the world.
Become young and lithe.
Turn from bird
to fish, from fish
to a water’s swerve
I am feathered water,
dots and dashes curve
in ash black and flame white
rippled negative sunlight
ribbons over
sleek and sheen,
I swallow pike, perch,
trout, and bass.
An underwater ember.
I clamber on shore
as lumpen land.
I put on years.
My paddles in the wrong
place. They waddle my weight,
a loon. I give birth
clumsily, mumble
a tremolo, yodel,
wail, and hoot
across the waters,
call-up-a-storm.
*******
Let Me Dive Quick White
turbulent eddies,
preen copious oil,
wild silver flows easily
over streamlined
strong legs and feet
pinion rocks under and above.
All black, but for a white bib:
a dinner suit with white
serviette draped from the collar,
dine fresh meat river.
Don’t give me stillness:
stagnant, silent, dead.
Give me bright, loud, lively lilt
so muscle winged and flaps over
closed nostrils, eyelids feather
submerge, strong short bill
tumbles pebbles, sorts meat course
morsels,
momentum immerses
into maelstrom,
barely make wake,
splash in flight,
Rock jump
float on belly,
wings spread like oars.
Revel.
*******
Paul Brookes
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Good work, Paul. Yes! Revel. I like it.
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