Through a Sacred Forest

Don't speak.

Too many miracles are 

happening:

 

wild mint, sassafras, 

blackberries

and rumors of a bear—

just another glossy evening

to hunt the thought

that got away

and follow it somewhere,

anywhere,

it doesn't matter. 

Its life is its own.

 

They say the bear came

down from the

mountains, and yes,

I intend to see it. I've

ceded too much 

territory to fear 

and now it's time

to love everything—

to be the sky, the bear,

the stars, 

the All,

amazed by itself,

returning to the beginning,

entering the silence,

inviting others

into the grand surprise

before life's gateway closes

like the iron lid over

the dogwoods 

where Venus burns through

with a new idea,

 

and like any good fight

this day will not die

gracefully. It will

thrash in a pink storm

and dive and sing

on its way

to another life,

 

as we should,

 

and this time

I choose freedom. 

This time I will not

turn back.

This time I will be 

fully drenched 

in the beauty, the wonder,

the terror . . .

 

My heart in lockstep

with the tin march

of cicadas,

I walk deeper, 

and deeper still,

into the forest

that knows my name.

 

Patricia Joan Jones

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Sky's picture

Awesome!

Over my short time writing I've found myself drawn towards descriptions of nature and it's peace, and of sunsets and sunrises. I enjoyed walking through 

your forest and seeing your rowdy sunset immensely! 

thank you 

 


We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.

We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.

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Thank you for your gorgeous

Thank you for your gorgeous comment. I enjoy the natural element in your brilliant work as well. 

Cascade's picture

Patricia, I love it here in

Patricia, I love it here in this magical written word forest of your beautifully gifted poetic heart! What an antidote to the chaos of sociatal condition

patriciajj's picture

Thank you for your eloquent

Thank you for your eloquent and uplifting words. Your encouragement means so much. 

Starward's picture

Sorry I missed the initial

Sorry I missed the initial posting of this.  I can only plead the medical difficulties of the last couple of days in my defense; not an excuse but an explanation.  This poem is very consistent in displaying the grand PATRICIAN style, but that long third stanza is a foremost example of that style.  I find myself at a loss for words because of your tremendous dexterity with words; no prose comment of mine can come near to describing the enormity of your achievement in this poem and your other poems.  I know I become repetitious in trying to comment, but I am not sorry for that, because I am just as repetitious in trying to describe a constellated sky or the beauty of a new morning.


Starward

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I'm so sorry you haven't been

I'm so sorry you haven't been feeling well; it's important to make your health a priority. I'm so moved and deeply grateful for your supportive words illuminated by beautiful imagery. They are a consoling light and a motivation to take the time to create. You know I value your opinion, fine poet. Take care. 

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U Got Me There

"...the ALL,/amazed by itself..." is where I paused and re-read. Nice image. I will watch for the bear cubs. The bear, by the bye, is terrifyingly huge and will take  time to teach how to ride a  mono-wheel. Big LIKE! ~S~



Onyamaichi

 

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Thank you so much for that

Thank you so much for that delightful comment. Your support and sparkling sense of humor made my day!