Sunday whirl…weird and wonderful
Beautiful, beautiful words to play with this week and, once I had an idea, this wrote itself. Except for the pesky word “jar”. Couldn’t manage it even after 17 tries and every possible meaning, so was forced to let poor jar stand on the sidelines like that last schoolchild no one wants to pick to play the game. 🙁
disguised, forgotten, country, hurry, tree, wound,
mind, sand, stirred, jar, across, yesterday
Yesterday I followed the pulse of a tree.
My mind was open in the forest’s hush of chirping insect and slicing bird calls and creaking tree joints, when a human heartbeat echoed thru the curvature of the trees and my own heart danced a painful rhythm in response.
I walked on thru shattered sunlight, the carpeted trail forgotten, and the beat and the light intensified until I found the source of the pulse.
A fallen tree. A giant cedar lying with his great arms splayed in a river’s currents, water pounding into the trunk disguised as heartbeat.
He was born to this country and crowned by bird nests and weighed down by long-haired club moss and moved by the winds and the rains and uprooted by vine maples inching over his kingdom.
I pressed my hand into the stringy bark and the throb reverberated up my arm and my fingers came away tingling at seventy beats per minute, a good resting heart rate.
A bit of peeling bark revealed a wound, sap flowing, merging with the river, I leaned in close, the water thump stirred the resting king beneath me and my heart rate slowed down to match his.
And as I pressed my body to his I thought I was a great cedar but I’m a vine maple instead. I am not strong. I’m thin, green and malleable, funny leaves, flattened hands reaching to pet whatever passes, whirligig seeds, not a care what I stand on, marching quickly across sand, loam, rock, in a hurry for a new kingdom to conquer.
But right now my place is at the feet of the cedar, palms open reaching for the rain as it filters down thru the thick protection. Misty vine maple who clings to his rotten feet. Vine maple cowering under the king’s protection. He lives forever, he rules the forest he is vine maple’s shadow.
At night I dream of cedar, tall fish-spine branches and candle-flame seeds. I’m forgetting now, it’s rotting in my mind, the gnarled wilderness of this forest-chest, in soft animal hair curled tight against skin, under wing-twisted clavicles, fingers tracing strings of moss up my spine and out my shoulders folding back and diving toward my waist.
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Alicia, it’s a challenge to write a poem using 12 set words. Here’s the link: http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com I really like the discipline and try to write it from the Saturday when the words are posted on FB to Sunday when I post it here. 🙂
A lovely Sunday afternoon stroll through the woods!
Nice that you could come stroll with me Stan. 🙂
your words were fluid – they did not jar with me at all … X
Lol, Catherine. I’m so glad, and thank you. 🙂 x
Absolutely fascinating – I could feel the pulse – feel the water – feel the hush. Lovely!!
Thank you JoAnn. 🙂 Love your weekend reflections, off to have a better look.
You know wood never dies. This is a pulsating piece.
So true Sabra. Thank you. hugs 🙂
Love the relativity and the metamorphosis you detail so well, here. Great imagery and tremendous feelings,
Thank you so much Elizabeth. 🙂
I became absorbed in your words , capturing the essence of life so richly
Aw Chris, thank you so much. I’ll hop over and read your whirl first thing tomorrow. 🙂
good to see you, thanks for the visit … if you attach your email to your comments its easier to reply since not everyone can hop back to see if a comments been commented on while at work .. i rely on replying via email
Veronica, that opening pulls the reader right in. Nice writing.
Thank you so much Pamela. I’m glad my evil plan of pulling you in worked. 🙂
Beautifully written. The Druid in me just love.
Thank you so much Cathy. I think I might feel some of that Druid-ism too. 🙂
Veronica that is one awesome piece of writing 🙂 Beautiful words, images and soul
Oh thank you Sara. Sometimes I think these whirls are a bit long winded; I just have so much to say! 🙂
What a beautiful post!
You are a very good writer!
Thank you Sandra. 🙂