Those of us cradled gently,
basking in the warm gaze of the universe,
who blossomed quietly,
opening in love
we have deep roots
and we carry light within us,
and the silence of the living forest.
For Day 22 of Jilly’s month of Unreason.
“The world that used to nurse us
now keeps shouting insane instructions.
That’s why I ran to the woods.”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
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That’s really beautiful! ❤
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I’m finding many of Harrison’s quips just wrong too. I like this.
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This is lovely Sarah.
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Oh, this is beautiful, Sarah!
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Ah, finally a poem that didn’t make fun of the quote! Nicely done.
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stunning
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Beautiful. I agree, the power of the forest does warm our hearts.
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You have done a wonderful job of responding to the prompt, and the spirit of Harrison’s writings, actually. Beautiful!
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This is a soft and gentle approach to the prompt. It’s beautiful.
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Thanks, Vivian. I think the well-loved have an inner strength.
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Indeed they do!
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I see you as the epitome of this poem because your writings have the light and gentle touch
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