an inkblot fanfare
played
against
a grey blotter of a sky
fingers and arms
splayed
every which way
revealing
her own
rootbound
mirror image
coming to terms
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25 comments:
Earth's dendrites!! Trees are Mother's brain cells so large we don't recognize them for what they are. Intelligence, wisdom, generosity, commitment, beauty, selflessness. That's what trees teach by their very being.
Thee are such beautiful lines. As you know, anything that mentions ink is always going to appeal to me. The idea of an inkblot fanfare is such a good image.
Trees fascinate me, especially when they are outlines etched against the sky. I see them more as creatures than plants.
Fantastic!
I don't know that I have really thought consciously about what is above the surface mirroring what is below. It's a beautiful truth. Much of who we are is not visible, but so important to who we are. Thanks, Steven.
you have a wonderful affinity for trees and a poet's way with words
earth's dendrites. dan you're awesome! steven
Earth's dendrites? Oh yeah.
The tree form is ubiquitous, like the spiral, it describes "reality."
Beautiful, Steven. Thank you.
PRECIOSO!
Beautiful calming words...
I'd take your 'book' with me to a Spa to make it complete, Steven.
Dulce
annie thankyou. there's something about the spindly fractal face of trees before they put on their summer clothes that i am drawn to . . . . they're thinking inside that's for sure. steven
aguja lots of people would agree. trees are thoughtful and filled with stories. steven
titus thankyou. steven
ruth - and i'm not entirely sure about the mirroring of ourselves beneath the surface. i don't know. steven
pauline trees are where i began to really appreciate the sentience and especially the love that connects all things. steven
reya - i'm sitting on the edge of the river of knowing about how the treeform works as a model for describing "reality". the idea is hovering. steven
dulce - thankyou for your kind comment. steven
This image made me think that perhaps this is how God views the fingerprint of a tree. :)
Happy Easter to you and yours.
the fingerprint of a tree . . . . that's got me thinking hope. steven
wouldnt it be interesting if our fingerprints accrued like rings of a tree.
love the branching ink and its mirror
Inky blues are much my favourites, nothing better than wearing a raincloud and taking the sky in your arms. Beautiful, as usual, Steven.
hi lucycholi - i'm thinking that perhaps the dendritic endings idea could attach to your idea. the layers of us develop inside and the dendrites extend into the collective experiencing of the planet.. steven
rachel - i love the blueblood smear of ink on water and you know it's raining this morning and when i woke i thought my first thought which is to walk a handful of kilometres off my hill and into some woods i haven't seen for a year or so. steven
loved this one steven.
thanks ellen! i wrote it in my head after i'd taken the picture. steven
stunning blog post!
keep it up.
Enjoyed this, awesome talent.
Invite you to join poets rally week 42 by sharing a free verse today.
Appreciate your input.
Hope to see you in!
Have A Blessed Easter!
xxx
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