I, too, wish to confer with the flowers.
I, too, wish to consult with the rain,
but I have spent so many years
learning that I’ve lost the ability
to speak and listen in these natural tongues.
Today I sat beside an old spruce tree
for an hour and never understood
what it had to tell me. I tried.
Perhaps that is the problem, the trying.
I don’t know how to do it any other way.
Oh Scarecrow, I know too much.
Me and all my certainties. I’ve made walls
out of what I took as wisdom, and now
I cannot see around them. I made
stories out of facts and histories, and now
I cannot hear the spruce. I can barely
hear my own wild heart as it shouts
in some strange language I have
filed away or perhaps I never knew?
Oh this brain, how it costumes
everything else into terms of risks,
probabilities and rules.
How I long to listen clearly
to the flowers, to the rain,
to my heart, to the spruce.
Powerful, Rosemerry!
Betsy! I am always so happy to see your name! Thanks for the nice comment. Love to you, r
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Saturday, March 19, 2016 at 10:49 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Dear Scarecrow”
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I think your hearing is still pretty good…..
Aw, you give me too much credit, dear Rick. I am trying not to try? 🙂 oh this act of listening. My mom says I am trying to go back to Old Narnia! Maybe so .. .
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, March 20, 2016 at 4:48 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Dear Scarecrow”
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The spruce says, In a straw poll, you win; in a straw pull, the scarecrow loses.
You are ever funny, dear David, hee hee r
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, March 20, 2016 at 7:26 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Dear Scarecrow”
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