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Journal entry one on what is wilderness to me.
A point, a threshold,
A convergence.
A waiting horizon’s line.
Where the supposed inhospitable,
And that, uncultivated,
Reign.
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
And the earth,
Waits to grow through,
To be found as one.
The soil and the mind,
Nature and our nature,
Entwined.
Conversing,
In narrow veins of rabbits runs,
And the shattered climbs,
Of goat marked trails.
It is a place,
And, it is a sense,
For the most part,
Lost.
A convergence.
A waiting horizon’s line.
Where the supposed inhospitable,
And that, uncultivated,
Reign.
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
And the earth,
Waits to grow through,
To be found as one.
The soil and the mind,
Nature and our nature,
Entwined.
Conversing,
In narrow veins of rabbits runs,
And the shattered climbs,
Of goat marked trails.
It is a place,
And, it is a sense,
For the most part,
Lost.
Published 2nd Apr 2024
Author's Note
As I've not really shared any writing from the last year, this one's from day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2024.
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2nd Apr 2024 7:47pm
this is a society of brutes and bullies the protected and the weak left to burn...what passes as love is emotional vampires sucking the feeling people dry with their games of manipulation I see it everywhere these gaping black holes stuffing their face.
2nd Apr 2024 8:55pm
Hello
Its nice to read poetry by you again, nature always is a present and it holds space for conversing with that inner space. A place where inner and outer roads meet hence the path. Always have liked those goat paths because they are often great routes that take you out into the lands unlike other paths can do.
best regards
Rianne
Its nice to read poetry by you again, nature always is a present and it holds space for conversing with that inner space. A place where inner and outer roads meet hence the path. Always have liked those goat paths because they are often great routes that take you out into the lands unlike other paths can do.
best regards
Rianne
10th Apr 2024 10:34pm
This is thought provoking. Love this stanza
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
Fia xoxo
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
Fia xoxo
