Hollow whole beckons: be ensconced. Shelter self. Touch dead life. Connect heaven's stream of light to dark, ancient roots.
Hollow whole beckons: be ensconced. Shelter self. Touch dead life. Connect heaven's stream of light to dark, ancient roots.
Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #17: Shadorma, Theme: trees
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Tags: dead tree, hollow tree, poem, poetry challenge, Shadorma, tree, UP
I love the way this links to trees as majestic, ancient beings.
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Thank you! I do feel — and love the sense — of trees as ancient wisdom-keepers. Thanks for the prompt and introduction to a new poetry form.
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I’m glad it inspired you! The shadorma has had a lot of success 🙂
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Beautiful poem. I love poetry involving nature. 🙂
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Thank you! Nature is beautifully inspiring.
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