Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd April 2024 12:09pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Rew
and PAR
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Forestry fae faring
Poetry Contest Description
rekindle with the forests
Once upon a forest, once upon a tree. There are those who live a side line life. Those who have crossed the edges, who have dared to step out of the box and have created a sustainable way of living. Swedish artist, writer and poet Maria Westerberg lives a life among trees in her small cabin.
I found the video very enriching. Note that Sweden has much more forest and is more connected to the spirit of forest. Witchcraft still exists there, more so than in Norway. Though this competition isnt about witchcraft, its about the forest and what it means to you, to us as humans.
Create your piece as a forest , please look at the video its about 18 minutes in length.
https://youtu.be/C5ozGHIK03A
New poems only
one per poet
title your works
minumum of 70 word
Im not that picky so if your poem has 72 words thats ok with me
No extreme messages, no erotic poems
one month
Enjoy
bright blessings
Rianne
Totumolong, the Little People
when our world was young
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the valleys and meadows
each cascade poetry recited
with Totumolong, ancient folks
alas as the bulldozers roared
the little ones vanished to other realms
we turned away when the bell rung
and genuflected to a new God
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the valleys and meadows
each cascade poetry recited
with Totumolong, ancient folks
alas as the bulldozers roared
the little ones vanished to other realms
we turned away when the bell rung
and genuflected to a new God
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The Green & Blue Rivers (rewilding the mind)
I named forests ' Green Rivers,' place of great peace
the green's kin, Blue, brings peace in sight of that blue
of rivers and lakes, blue oceans, the green seas,
silvered with mental healthy air found in their view.
Our forests rooted out of mind ages ago
they erased our forests, whittled down the woods,
and lumbered us with electricities fierce glow
as memories of woodsmoke fade from neighborhoods...
But there's a little forest left in some folk's mind
they can find forests down the green lanes and tracks,
among the hedgerows where forest foods, unrefined,
can be found and, Oh God, peace, supermarkets lack...
You cannot live on such in my small food Isles
But, the aroma of wild garlic springs, huge smiles.
~~~~~~~~$~~~~~~~~~
I've translated ' Forestry fae faring ' to " forests for living "
Unfortunately some of us don't have a forest but, I can dream
the green's kin, Blue, brings peace in sight of that blue
of rivers and lakes, blue oceans, the green seas,
silvered with mental healthy air found in their view.
Our forests rooted out of mind ages ago
they erased our forests, whittled down the woods,
and lumbered us with electricities fierce glow
as memories of woodsmoke fade from neighborhoods...
But there's a little forest left in some folk's mind
they can find forests down the green lanes and tracks,
among the hedgerows where forest foods, unrefined,
can be found and, Oh God, peace, supermarkets lack...
You cannot live on such in my small food Isles
But, the aroma of wild garlic springs, huge smiles.
~~~~~~~~$~~~~~~~~~
I've translated ' Forestry fae faring ' to " forests for living "
Unfortunately some of us don't have a forest but, I can dream
Written by Rew
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Anonymous
Well, what can I say....CONGRATS Missy, this poem reads like a whirlwind spoken through the voice of a tree, in this case the Oak. Deeply sensed the druidic honoring of the tree. Tree as sacred cloth. Made me think of the old trees in Sweden. These are not Oaks though but spruce as spruce is the common tree here in Scandinavia.
Rew, you did a great verse here, I liked all the images and lines. I would like to send you greetings from all the trees here. May you smell pine needles while reading this.
Paulo, you just have a magic original pen, one that shape shifts every poem you write what ever the topic
honerable mention
Grace, too bad there are not more options for runner up. Your poem made me think of the Annuvian elves
these usually can be seen as or in clouds and skies
thank you all for joining
bright blessings
Rianne
Rew, you did a great verse here, I liked all the images and lines. I would like to send you greetings from all the trees here. May you smell pine needles while reading this.
Paulo, you just have a magic original pen, one that shape shifts every poem you write what ever the topic
honerable mention
Grace, too bad there are not more options for runner up. Your poem made me think of the Annuvian elves
these usually can be seen as or in clouds and skies
thank you all for joining
bright blessings
Rianne
Anonymous
aww, with gratitude 🥰
Congrats to all x
Congrats to all x
