Contemplation

Contemplation

A Poem by Emily B

One day when you find yourself in hills

of tall trees and whispered secrets,

Believe in the glories of nature

and you can sit and watch trees bloom--

tiny green buds a hill or two away.

 

When you've seen enough of the sky,

regard the tiny ant in his race against time

running everywhere and nowhere.

There are lessons to be learned there.

               

Listen to the sounds carried on the wind

rhythms and melodies unrivalled in

a too noisy world.

 

And when you've tired of sitting,

walk along through the trees and the brush

and discover the leafy-forgotten

flowers and ferns in the undergrowth

each perfect and lovely in its own reticent way.

 

And when you've done with walking and dreaming,

fly away home on wings of rapture,

the wonders of the hills will be there waiting for you

when you find your soul again in need of refreshment.

 

Next time that I go to surround myself 

with grass and rocks and trees

I'll remember to take you with me.

 

© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
it seems strange to come back to something that I wrote so long ago, but I've made some changes and I'm happier with the way it flows

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Well, if it's not your best, you can rest easy knowing your best must be pretty damn good. Has the feel of classic pastoral writing, with that languid pacing, but it's somewhat sermon-esque or valedictionary (if that's a word) as well. Despite your protests to the contrary, it's a very nice piece of writing.


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Thank you for submitting to my contest...good positive poetry through history has been of greater importance and influence on any culture and the daily life even of today... I find evoking nice andwering life in affirmative very important. Many believe poetry may predate literacy and was used as means of recording oral history. The oldest surviving poem is the epic poem of ancient Samaria. Whole philosophies and religions sprung up from poetry i.e. Confucianism to religious poetry such as the Song of Solomon and Georgian chants.....positive wonderful poetry is very important...
And when you've done with walking and dreaming,

fly away home on wings of rapture,

the wonders of the hills will be there waiting for you

on another cloudless day--_______________this is beautiful !
when you find your soul in need of refreshment. __________So I am experiencing myself and enjoying the wonders that your poem gives to me today.

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this is delightful! the end was really cute...thanks for painting this in my mind

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I will follow, if you run away run away...U2...beautiful and enticing...I see why you returned here yourself to reopen the portal...that never closes ;))

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This... is... gorgeous!

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Like the kind, gentle pastoral tone and those great last lines about taking "you along."

Am new to your work; will be back.

Tom

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so soulful1!nature does Heal!! God's true temple!! wicked awesome!

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A wonderfully sweet write - how endearing...the take on Mother Nature is deliciously descriptive - the mention of mountain laurel takes me to my childhood days in the forest. A wonderful write. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha


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Mmmm nice, here the trees can often be a little boring, mostly all of them are ever green and for most one Eucalypt looks much the same as the next, but in the moist valleys the sassafras grows pungent earthy smell and mottled bark smooth yet rough. And there is always a small seasonal stream close by, very little is permanent around here, except the deep springs and the moistest valleys, fires tend to reformat the entire landscape, always reforming.. love this one Em.


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I find self absorb into the etheral words of wisdom
it tends to give wings to the readers, it's beautiful
sounding poetry that touches with such viviid imagery
it flows in such a wonderfully ambient fashion, your
words in this piece brings out wonderful images,
making it a very beauiful poetry to the heart and soul
of how it ought to be, nice job!!



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oh, I came here to read a review and realized that my own soul was very much in need of refreshment. wow. I may have to come back later today to center myself again and again. I find I need to feel that inner calm today.

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