Yes there was green
life began at some point
a seed
The seasons went too quickly
that’s all
what was alive
became brown
I remember breathing
laughing
children in my arms
the breeze
alas there is
holding no more
laughing forbidden
now that I am at the bottom
of the lake
Thank you Rob Hanson for the beguiling photo. I couldn’t resist. Please enjoy the photography feature of Rob at One Stop Poetry
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Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Intriguing write. Beautiful capture of emotions.
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Leslie,
I loved your poem as usual! Very creative and a touch of a Motherly feel to it. You brought life to the now dead tree. Thank you for sharing!
~Corbie Sinclair
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Womagwriter has told us to write,A poem, so I thought that I might,Wish her Happy Birthday!Hip Hip Hip Hip Hooray,Did I pass? Was that all right?
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I want to know what is at the bottom of the lake!
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Yep Leslie…it’s a different world down there. And yet…the same one?
And, if I’m in Antarctica (heaven forbid!) is ‘down’ really ‘up’?
SHUT UP, Steve!
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do come up for air…and may the laughter find you once more…
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Sad and wistful longing of the trees, and the heart, and a perfect capture of that eerie nothingness that floats it all in the photo, which made me think of dead spiders in milk. Good, clean, vivid piece, mdw.
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What a desolate emotion conveyed by these lines…well said.
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Like this one very much.
“laughing forbidden
now that I am at the bottom
of the lake”
Has an Ophelia sense to it. Good stuff.
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A capture of life… the good, bad, and ugly.
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A great use of the prompt image in your words, colliding it with the trail of life. ~ Rose
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I love your poetry. Thanks for setting it to “~ Ma ~” so well as you did.
Rob
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The accident of finding this post has brgeitenhd my day
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so moved by this Leslie ~ breeze swept all away ~ effortless on the levels this works ~ and really ties with Robs image ~ sounds of silence ~ hugs you Lib xx
(not connected but reminds swimming underwater and that quiet)
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kinda wicked, yes? Are we still on– do let me know. xxj
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I was sesoluriy at DefCon 5 until I saw this post.
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moonie, there is a whole lifetime’s story implied in your piece. i like it a lot. in fact, this was the photo i liked the best, of all of them this week. i wrote for it on my coal black blog.
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Thinking like that is really imssrepive
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This one is a heartbreaker, Leslie! But I loved it 🙂
And that shot is amazing, isn’t it?
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And there is life. Good poem, Leslie.
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Tsk, tsk, Moonie…bein’ one of those rascally rebels that goes for the non-prompt image…ah, but in such delightful fashion! Moving piece of art right here…
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I should be moon rebel rouser – sorry
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“Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my bluhglecruncreon, see if I don’t!”Short time reader / 1st time commenter *I think. No I posted on a music related entry and wrote something about brain bleach. Carry on.
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A deceptively quiet piece with a strong inevitable undertow! I love how you match the desolation with the laughter of children–a truly powerful juxtaposition of image and feeling. Thank you for sharing it, Leslie!
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