∴ under the pine-lit canopy,
starlight sparks resolutions drifting on the breeze,
entwined with dreams the forest keeps
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no longer just an acquaintance,
spirit of the wood transformed by the seasons’ rites,
her steadfast determination grabs hold of each kindled promise that echoes through winter’s nights ∴
Come all ye rolling readers, may ye find delight in my poems inspired by the ‘Word of the Day’, daily prompts, life’s adventures, and my love of nature. Wander through these verses at thy leisure, or begin thy journey on my ‘featured reads’ page, oft renewed. Many thanks, good folk.
📜14th day of October, my poem “mojo” was featured upon Moyer’s new blog, Spiro Keats: A Creative Community for Those Living with Lyme Disease. Grant her a follow, and if you will, offer her and the community your support.
📜13th day of October I do declare a brief respite from TwX! I thank thee for thy steadfast support of my humble verses upon this platform. Of late, mine replies have been rendered invisible, and my likes have mysteriously vanished, these past weeks. Thus, I shall take my leave for a short while. Though I shall miss the vigor of thy presence, thou mayst find me in other realms of the digital world (links in mine Linktree). It is time once more to share in those spaces. Should this strange occurrence have befallen thee, or if thou knowest a remedy, do send word.
📜7th day of October, my poem “baby” was featured upon Kelly Sauvage Moyer’s new blog, Spiro Keats: A Creative Community for Those Living with Lyme Disease.
📜15th day of September, heartfelt thanks are bestowed upon the esteemed, Bartleby B. Boar Award winner, Fizzytwizler for her most splendid reading of my poem ‘nightfall.’ I bid thee follow her on her social accounts, the links to which accompany the poem.
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starlight on manger,
angels’ hymns embrace the world,
hope cradled in birth
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in a convoluted world, nature pleads,
a nithing pole rises, ancient warnings heeds
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midst urban tangles, it stands defiant,
cursing those deaf to Earth’s desperate cry
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∴ she held the belief that I was a creature of the forest, in the dappled evening glow where wolves abound
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however, beneath the boughs, my truth remained concealed—a silent dream of the woodland
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amongst the leaves, my sword lay hidden, crafted from branches with an ancient design • a guardian of nature, my true self revealed —the essence of a soul, a surreal truth
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she saw that my eyes were filled with tales of untamed woods, frolicking with the ever-shifting seasons and
unrestrained moods • in the quiet where wind, fire, earth, and wood converge
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antlers adorned my wooden crown-a symbol of power, a testament to the wild’s renown • through the trees, my truth unfurled-a creature born from the the ancient wood
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she, the truth seeker, delved into my lore, feeling the pulse of the forest’s heart in the quiet between our breaths ∴
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the singularity may finally breach,
beyond comprehension, all knowledge will reach
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non-singular minds, no longer tethered to the known,
in realms of understanding, may they find their own
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