Contemplation

Contemplation

A Poem by Emily B

One day when you find yourself in hills

of tall trees and whispered secrets,

Believe in the glories of nature

and you can sit and watch trees bloom--

tiny green buds a hill or two away.

 

When you've seen enough of the sky,

regard the tiny ant in his race against time

running everywhere and nowhere.

There are lessons to be learned there.

               

Listen to the sounds carried on the wind

rhythms and melodies unrivalled in

a too noisy world.

 

And when you've tired of sitting,

walk along through the trees and the brush

and discover the leafy-forgotten

flowers and ferns in the undergrowth

each perfect and lovely in its own reticent way.

 

And when you've done with walking and dreaming,

fly away home on wings of rapture,

the wonders of the hills will be there waiting for you

when you find your soul again in need of refreshment.

 

Next time that I go to surround myself 

with grass and rocks and trees

I'll remember to take you with me.

 

© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
it seems strange to come back to something that I wrote so long ago, but I've made some changes and I'm happier with the way it flows

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Well, if it's not your best, you can rest easy knowing your best must be pretty damn good. Has the feel of classic pastoral writing, with that languid pacing, but it's somewhat sermon-esque or valedictionary (if that's a word) as well. Despite your protests to the contrary, it's a very nice piece of writing.


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Posted 16 Years Ago


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ah so nice!! so serene and calm - the images soft and flowing - you pull us into the picture so well - under the tree - watching others bloom! brilliant write as always!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow this is so beautiful! Emily I was raised in fields and the forest outside of Toronto and in the forest is still where I find my truest connection to the Universe. Well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

loved this contemplation ~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is gorgeous - what a beautiful sentiment, a wonderful landscape, vibrant and felt in each stanza.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great piece!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a soulful piece! A fabulous display of the beauty that surrounds us....
Your flow and word choices are just right too. I really enjoyed reading this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I work in a big concrete castle. Every day without rain, I spend my lunch time outside under these majestic oaks. It is irreplaceable time.

This is a beautiful, beautiful piece..Thank you..

Posted 14 Years Ago


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this has such a comforting feel to it, Emily and I love the promise in the
ending. Very lovely work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I too take so much from nature... it is very calming and humbling... whilst still being invigorating. You capture all of that so well with your gentle manner here, Emily.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Emily B

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