All the waves in the world
crash on canopies
of trees,
words lift from their leaves,
the air a drench
of citrus
and jasmine
amid the tumult storm,
a slow spring tide
of rising seas
in sacred landscapes,
heard in songs of ghosts.
Kim M. Russell (and Brendan) , 29th March 2021
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Turning Points (Chthulucene Squiggles)
Brendan has presented us with an essay ths week about turning points and asks us to think and write about the turning point that gets us out of this labyrinth of fated humanity. He says that there is poetry for this, ‘ripe with turning points, gazing at the portals of possibility beyond’. He invites us to take off our shoes and jump in the mudpuddle: What does our reading and writing and walking and listening say to us?
I found a poem in Brendan’s essay.
Image by Connor Dugan on Unsplash
writing in north norfolk 
Yikes! I read your poem going this is scary-familiar, where have I heard the likes? A curious dive into the theme. Was I drowning you in it? – Brendan
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Not you, Brendan.😊
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Yes, the words lifting from the leaves spoke to me too. The waves, the treetops, and the songs of ghosts – so haunting……..
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This is a beautiful poem you’re very talented! 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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I liked the contrast and edginess of these lines. I such a short moment everything can change.
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Thanks Patti, I enjoy writing found poems and hadn’t written on for a while. Brendan gave me plenty to work with!
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How appropriate that you found this poem in Brendan’s essay. I hear a mournful song. I hope there will be more left behind than ‘songs of ghosts’ but who knows right now?
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Thank you, Ingrid.
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The songs of ghosts…can we make them real again? (K)
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I hope so, Kerfe.
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This ought to be a desperate sort of poem but it isn’t. Those crashing waves don’t seem dangerous at all. There’s hope in this, even if there are ghosts too. Good ones, I imagine.
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I’m glad you read between the lines, Jane.
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This really works well Kim,drenches us with images !
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Cheers Jim!
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A marvelous harvest–all the songs in these words!
I got lost in Brendan’s words for quite awhile, and ended up writing nothing new. Maybe I drowned there.
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Thank you, Susan!
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And we hope it’s not too late.
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Thanks Ken.
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