Life had become a no-man’s land
bristling with blackened stumps
and fallen trunks, an ancient bog
where once a forest grew – until the fog
of despair doused the light
that had burned strong and bright,
destroyed by passion out of control.
Shrouded peat was pocked with charcoal
and twisted roots eroded toxic soil.
Between blackened tentacles
a glint appeared, a phoenix
ready to raise its pinions
and fly again, a prodigal soul.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Soul Gazing, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Paul has shared a video clip and lyrics from a Waterboy’s tune, from which the prompt for tonight’s Poetics has been birthed. He would like us to write soulful poems, soul gazing haibun, soul-filled sonnets, soul-soup-mélanges, stories of Motown soul, and for added inspiration, has shared a quote from Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom, by John O’Donohue:
“Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfilment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of fulfilment.”
Delightful. It’s always such a hope filled sight, new growth, especially coming from destruction.
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Such a beautiful and ugly poem too – pocked with charcoal but isn’t nature a miracle? Wonderfully expressed.
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Thank you! 🙂
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This is such a great feeling… the rhymes of that darkness made it so filled with weight… and then the growth, the strength of that growth… I think I could have used the same photo for my poem.
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Thank you, Bjorn. It took me ages to find that image!
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Yes, it is always amazing, things grow in the barest places. Where you might think they shouldn’t…stoney fields, and mountain ranges….love this.
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I like the rebirth in this too, it seems that maybe the Spring is calling.
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😊
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Nice description of that plant coming from the burnt forest as a “prodigal soul”.
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Thanks Frank!
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I love the note of hopefulness at the end – I’m rooting for that prodigal soul!
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😊🌲🌳
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How we are given chances to grow from death and bogs of nothingness! We tend to think of wildfires from the anthropomorphized perspective (mainly bad for real estate and for aesthetic purposes) but they are actually the forest’s way of long-term self-management and regeneration.
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Forest fires are quite rare here but there was one a few years ago that caused terrible damage to ancient trees and I was amazed at the rate of recovery.
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Left alone, nature usually finds a way to return. We are maybe not so good at it.
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True.
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Love the form of this, Kim!
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Thanks Jill!
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Beautiful share Kim ~I really admire this part: a glint appeared, a phoenix
ready to raise its pinions
and fly again, a prodigal soul.
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Thank you, Grace.
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I’m glad you found the image to go with the verse. There are so many fires glowing out of control, in every sense. It’s good to know hope springs as new life from the ashes!
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Thanks for your comments, Walter.
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😀
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Such Beautiful-Dark epic adventures.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you, Dorna!
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Poem and photo are so inspiring. Thank heaven for that phoenix-like quality of the soul, ever ready to rise again.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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This is beautiful, Kim ! So hopeful…
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Thank you, Neeraj.
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So beautiful here in the States we often burn over field s, foredts, etc to clear out the brush and make way for green to grow. I love the prodigal soul riding towards forgiveness and new groeth. Besutiful.
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Thank you, Toni. 🙂
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A lovely message of hope rising.
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Thanks Viv!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Life always finds a way, doesn’t it!
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Spring is on its way – the sun’s shining this morning and it was quite bright by six o’clock!
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33 deg C here 🙂
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Some like it hot!
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Life arises in unexpected places and growth begins…
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When they clear cut the trees it leave the land like a forest fire hit it. In Eastern NC they clear cut the swamps with big machines that grab the trees and saw them off all in one operation. Our insatiable appetite will not let it stop. Love the bog picture!
dwight
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We don’t have many big forests in Norfolk, mainly woods, but the nearest is Thetford Forest, which is on the way out of Norfolk towards London. It’s beautiful and I wouldn’t like to see big machines at work there. 😦
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National Forest preserves are one thing the government did to right here in the US
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I like the rhythm of this, as well as the imagery.
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Thank you!
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I’m so glad I did not see the photo before I read the poem. Seeing the photo, after the reading, was like experiencing the poem again. Seeing the dark of the words, the shadows of fire, the rebirth and all the other elements of your poem visually. Such a rush.
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Thank you, Magaly. It took ages to find an image!
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Life happens… inexorably 🙂
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True…
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kaykuala
ready to raise its pinions
and fly again, a prodigal soul.
Life goes on in a merry-go-round. One gets caught in its clutches along the way and nothing can be done to avoid it!
Hank
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This lovely poem just reaches higher and higher. It’s filled with energy.
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Thank you, Misky.
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What a poignant image of hope from despair!
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Love your alliteration and internal rhyme. The extended metaphor of the soul as the aftermath of a forest fire is so apt! And, oh, how you end on such a note of hope and renewal! 🙂
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Thank you, Frank!
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My pleasure, Kim! 🙂
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Tom Sawyer’s See
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SoUL GReeN..:)
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Beauty coming forth from ugliness – wonderful poem!
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Thank you, Jo!
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I like the pace and flow of this, as well as the phoenix message. Almost counter-intuitive that the old must be burned away to make way for new growth, isn’t it? I feel the vibe here.
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I LOVE that picture!💞 But moreover this poem gosh Kim the way you drive that phoenix message home is incredible! 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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A beautiful ode to life in the face of destruction.
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Thank you, Kerry.
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