The silence is like falling snow, no fluttering leaves to let us know that they are there. These stalwart giants grow in ranks, an army of coniferous darkness. Slow and steadfast, they sew with aromatic needles a pine forest that secretly longs to glow. Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2023
Image by Gustav Gullstrand on Unsplash
It’s Monday and at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s quadrille day, when we write poems of exactly forty-four words, including a given word. This week De is our host, and she wants us to pine away. She inspires us with the pine trees of Oregon, the sweetness of a pineapple, and a poem by Yone Nuguchi, as well as links to other poems on the topic of pines. She says we can use ‘pine’ as a noun, verb, or adjective, or we can play around with it and invent our own words.
writing in north norfolk 
Oh.. but it does glow, it’s just the pines don’t know it yet.
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I kind of gave a nod to the Christmas tree in Hans Christian Andersen’s story.
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Oh… one of my favorite tales…
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Love the shape of this poem, a pine tree/forest with aromatic needles. I have one in the backyard and its a marvel to watch it grow, steadfast over the years.
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Thank you, Grace. Sadly, it’s one tree that we don’t have in our leafy garden.
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LOVE that a pine forest might long to glow. Gorgeous.
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Thank you, De. I kind of gave a nod to the Christmas tree in Hans Christian Andersen’s story.
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you nailed their silence – no fluttering leaves. Delightful read Kim
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Thank you, Laura!
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Yes ~ this is so true❣️
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I agree with Laura about the silence. A beautiful poem, and so clever to make it the tree shape without distracting from the lovely flow of words.
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Thank you, Merril. Did you spot the to the Christmas tree in Hans Christian Andersen’s story?
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You’re welcome.
Sorry, no. I just looked up the story, and yes, now I understand. 🙂
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So peaceful. Thank you for taking me there… I could hear the sound of silence.
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Thank you for coming along, Miriam.
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lovely in every way
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Thank you so much!
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I love the rhythm of this, punctuated by rhymes. The poem moves in the same steadfast motion as your silent pine trees.
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Thank you , Jane!
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You captured the nature of the pine perfectly Kim 🙌
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Thanks so much!
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I like the shape of the poem how it looks like a tree.🥰 I can smell the pine forest.🌲
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Thank you, Melissa!
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Delightful rhyming elements, Kim, and I love how the forest sews with pine needles!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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That scent does glow! (K)
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It does, Kerfe, and I kind of gave a nod to the Christmas tree in Hans Christian Andersen’s story.
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Such imagery, the silence, the sewing needles.
“an army
of coniferous darkness”
longing to glow.
Magnificent tacke on the prompt.
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Many thanks!
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What a beautiful nod to these giants. I especially like the creative comparison of pine needles to sewing needles…. “they sew with aromatic needles a pine forest that secretly longs to glow.”
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Thank you, Mish!
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I love the way you have sewn this poem together with the needles of a the pine!
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Thanks so much, Dwight!
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You are welcome.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome.
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Lovely! I particularly like:
‘Slow
and steadfast, they sew
with
aromatic
needles’.
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Thank you, Carol!
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Oooh, you made a tree and in the process reminded us of the silent growth that is possible. I really enjoyed this one.
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Thank you, I’m delighted you enjoyed it!
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A nice reading Anthropomorphic poem. I give favor to the secret longing.
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Thank you Jim!
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Your words paint a beautiful image
Much💖love
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Thanks so much, Gillena!
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“no fluttering leaves
to let us know
that they are there.” – a perfect description
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Thank you so much!
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And don’t they just stand tall and grow like an army. 🙂
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Ents.
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“an army
of coniferous darkness.”
Spooky, now I am imagining if pine trees could walk, they’d be formidable.
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They would. Like J.R.R. William’s Ents.
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Beautiful quadrille with equally lovely image! I live among pines and give thanks every day.
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Thank you, Helen!
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Even without fluttering leaves, they make their presence known. I like how you shaped this poem. Lovely.
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Thank you, Ali.
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Liked. Linked.
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So majestic! Love it thanks for sharing!
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