photo by Joel Robinson
Bodiless
through
the heaven
to earth
used to
we flied-
the stars?
orbs?
our
contours
& lines
interfered.
Invisible
life
was engraved
in leaves -
the pattern,
motif
played
by wind
and trees
four
seasons.
Read more at: d'Verse Meeting the bar: Patterns of Life
Aha...a touch of Vivaldi here:)
ReplyDeleteWho knows...Composers are usually on friendly footing with nature :) ~ Thanks.
Deletethere is def music in the wind and trees...i think we have become very detached from the music of the stars...and of nature....
ReplyDeleteSigh... ~ Ths. xx
DeleteTo feel those patterns.. it's so easy and still the hardest thing.. there is that path.. that heart... why ever we try so hard avoiding this for artificial comfort
ReplyDeleteIt seems to feel the patterns we have to be in the special mode, at the higher level of frequencies....it's possible when there is nothing blocked our system ( any negative emotions just slowing down our sensitiveness...) ~ Thanks Bjorn :)xx
ReplyDeleteThe music of the wind rushing through the trees is nature's special gift indeed! And its pattern is ever changing.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, it's a divine gift! Thank you, Mary :)x
DeleteMuch within nature can speak, we just have to listen
ReplyDeleteListen and breathe in singing of trees... ~ Thank you :)x
DeleteDefinitely a musical modal poem - full of nature and being one with it. Love your allusions.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ann! :)xx
DeleteAren't the patterns in nature marvelous, as you've captured in this? Truly a symphony!
ReplyDeleteAh...Thank you, Victoria for the prompt! :)x
DeleteEnjoyed the music here...
ReplyDeleteGlad...Thank you :)x
DeleteThis has a Madeleine L'Engle feel to it. Lovely
ReplyDeleteYes, it's what makes life worth it, to hear the musical score and savor it...try to enhance it rather that debase it..
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathy! xx
DeleteI specially like the title and that whole last stanza ~ And how lovely that you chose that work from Joel ~ I love the pattern ~
ReplyDeleteThank you,Grace! for photo too! he's really artist/poet. :)x
Deleteah...to embrace the pattern of Nature and listen to the silent music being played all along...love the lines....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sumana :)x
ReplyDeletefor me, the sweetest melody is the wind in the aspens in the mountain, or the silence of the deep pine grove
ReplyDeleteNice ~ Thanks for stopping by :)
DeleteAnd we are all as seasonal, sturdy then ephemeral.
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