Smidgens
Denny and I, with his Wasco legs, inside Gifford Pinchot…
Late, when the dust of the gravel road settles, fast, into black…
We cup our hands, to make an old whistle, like the hoot of an owl
To settle our minds, to settle our fears, of the directionless twirl of sky…
Upon hearing the tones from our small soft hands, deer stand still, freeze
Their black pool eyes, resolved, never leave our movements…
And the stars we see above the maze of Douglas Fir
Are old stories still being told anewβ¦
Our voices, with purpose, retell them to each other.
Thanks Ali. Always good to hear from you.
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This makes me wonder how many have told and retold the stories of the same stars whilst sitting next campfires or during horizontal viewing.
I always appreciate reading what you write.
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Whispers, whispers, what do we do without you.
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You are so very welcome! It’s beautiful!
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Thank you, Elan! π
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(btw, I love the name of your blog)
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Thanks so much Suzi. The image is art I made. I will have a portfolio of them soon! Thanks for asking!
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I hear the whispers of past generations being passed down. This is a lovely, rich piece, Elan! Also, that image is stunning. May I ask where you found it?
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Reminds of telling dark stories late at night deep in the wood.
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Thanks so much. I will give it some thought. Nice looking blog you have.
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I understand. Thanks
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Awesome!
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The twirl of the sky beautiful imagery in this work. I wonder would you consider submitting some works to my site http://www.myfanwy80.com (please check for authenticity myfanwy&friends) itβs free to submit all rights are reserved to the author and itβs linked to twitter also I am illustrating that all writers have their own style which is as unique as we each are. If your interested please feel free to submit to myfanwy80@yahoo.com
But either way fantastic work thank you for sharing this π
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Felt some hope come back when reading this…
and hope’s been kicking and screaming in me lately.
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Thanks so much.
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Favorite image
Favorite line: “Their black pool eyes, resolved, never leave our movements…”
I’m going to freak out my wife and quote the line the next time we run across our neighborhood deer. [She’ll think I might even have a deep, insightful side…naaah!]
Also liked, “And the stars we see above the maze of Douglas Fir”
Considering this is in a possibly/probably smoke-impacted area of WA, this line holds even more meaning for me.
Great work.
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Wonderful piece! Bravo
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Nice !
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