Greetings all — and welcome to open link weekend #126 at earthweal. Share a favorite poem and then visit your fellow linkers to comment.
Open links accepted until midnight Sunday EST when the next weekly challenge rolls out.
Happy linking!
— Brendan
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Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real–so is the hope.
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Ha, stillness seems to have taken hold in me so fiercely, I only just now caught up with the wonderful stillness poems. Now diving into the current ones.
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Poem by T.S. Page:
Low Melody
Grown tropical, I
live in the mango of the mind
pink/orange sweet
with brushy pit,
I think, I wait, I sit.
I once learned how to be kind
how to compost inedible rind
to feed the birds with it
They sing for me too, along with my
friend,
they sing for those who
are earth-stained, hopeful brained,
We nod in time once back inside
their song materialized
the beak that feeds the body
is known.
We are used,
grown to sharpness
honed,
quick to duck to ground.
Good to see them, harvest worms,
well-fed on softened fruit,
we nod, pluck.
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