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Misinformed
the momenta treefalls in the forestcrashesbreaking branchesthrashing limbscracking woodmakes a soundheard by just onewitnesswho tells the story to friendswho were not therean audienceunable to confirmthe momentthe noisethe disruption to the peace of the forestexaggeratedamplifiedby wordsfeelingshunchesfearsmisrepresenting andunable to preciselyarticulatethe moment – bardo I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and
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Sylvan
This language of mine is so filled with clever words meant to precisely describe many things. Other words have meanings that are soft, fluid and flexible that they are used to describe concepts so vast as to make the boundaries of those definitions fuzzy and flexible. To me, sylvan feels like on of those words.
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firewood
the fate of a tree brings a curious twiststarting as seed on wind, through misttucked into the soilspattered with rainsprouting and growing new heights to attainshrugging snow, budding leafbasking summers often briefsunlit evenings casting long shadowsbrilliant colours before even more snowsyear after year, decades pass, seasons withdrawuntil fate arrives as a windor a flameor a
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Those Woodpecker Winters
”Wake up! Wake up!” The woodpecker knocks, flying from tree trunk to tree trunk, swooping gracefully between the branches. “Spring is here. Wake up!“ Against the pale white bark of the poplar trees, her red crest hat can be seen by all the creatures of the forest, like a flame alight in dark meadow. “Wake
