Walking In January
By skinner_jennifer
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Memories accumulate,
Meandering down
Squelchy muddy trails
Where naked branches
Rise and fall,
They speak freely
To me of the past
Through realms
Of my every being.
Furrowed trunks
Display curiosity
Of old father time
In silent reverie,
Recalling streams
Where energy flows,
Then I'm lost in the
Stillness as rain drops
Seep into musty earth
Where roots are
Nourished...as are mine.
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"...lost in the stillness as
"...lost in the stillness as rain drops..."
Dreamy and timely, Jenny. Nicely done, of course. Paul :)
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Even on dark, squelchy days
Even on dark, squelchy days there is so much to notice, and to calm and nourish calmness. Rhiannon
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Very evocative Jenny - well
Very evocative Jenny - well done
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beautiful. nice poem to start
beautiful. nice poem to start the day
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This is my current dog
This is my current dog walking captured beautifully. Everything is so thoroughly dripping, squelchy. 'Seep into musty earth'. Your words remind me that these sights and sounds are indeed nourishing, I'm inclined to moan about what feels like constant rain and mud.
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at first "Memories accumulate
at first "Memories accumulate" made me think of fallen leaves in drifts, but as I kept reading, it became about raindrops making "streams/where energy flows". I love the last part, particularly "Then I'm lost in the/Stillness as rain drops". The pace of the poem is so gentle, flowing, and "mine" at the end, rising up
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yes, I believe they have
yes, I believe they have memories, I don't think that is daft at all, or we are daft together :0)
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memories flow as you show,
memories flow as you show, Jenny
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