Green Ribs Of Poetry

"And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul." ~John Muir

I worship this green cathedral of pine
beneath a dome of wooden colonnades,
my own sacred temple and holy shrine
above restless valley and open glades. 
A river unfolds with infinite grace.
Blue ink spills into the palm of my hand;
and poems are born in this holy place,
in the glistening ribs of timberland.
I merge as one with the mid-morning air
whose fingers caress the soft scalp of grass.
The sun is a gleaming, golden affair
sparked like a bright light off a mirrored glass.
There is no other place I’d rather be
than rooted in green ribs of poetry.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Ohhh-MY(!), Dear Linda Marie 🌾

However to exemplify such distinctive pleasure I've derived? Yet, I must most surely try. ; )
The combined nuances in ambiance of photo, haunting melody, metaphorical imagery, smooth as silk syntax, naturally-blended rhyme, primally organic color choices, and scintillatingly spiritual spell lend an ethereality to this moment's grace that transports my soul into the bliss-filled essence of your own ⁓ I can feel it coalescing with my very fiber … that is, if one might possess the wherewithal to discern this slightly ambiguous discourse on reflection of how the mystical embrace works, you've so adroitly created for my mind, heart, and soul to fall into.
Title, apt quotation, perfect counts, spot-on rhymes, entrancing theme verses, the Volta at nine dives imagination softly into a pool of sheer visual joy, and your heroic couplet validates and mirrors my own sentiments precisely … especially, when immersed in Yours!

With deepest bow and most sincere gratitude, Dear Poetess,
my heart sings its warmest thanks and appreciation to Thee! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Samuel Dickens]

Such a lovely scene. Of course being in nature's eloquent environment such as you so poetically describe, one is apt to be inspired.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Samuel.😃

[Einstein Noodle]

simply beautiful! it takes me great effort to count iambs and such ... i think the sonnet form is the perfect vehicle for the adoration of such scenes .. your picture and song choice only add to the mood of quiet reflection and gratitude your poem inspires in me ... lots of favorite things .. like the glistening ribs and soft scalp of grass ... and personifying them puts me there .. running my fingers through such hair ;) Cathedrals in the woods ... in solitude is a blessed place to worship for sure! i especially appreciate that your sonnet has made use of everyday language .. and not reverted to thee and thou and dost do etc .. ;) thanks for sharing ma'am
E.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you.

[CD Campbell]

Great meter. I should know better by now to stop counting when I come across one of yours. Ha. It's a habit of mine when I see rhyming verse. Funny huh? Bet you do it too.
You paint a wonderful, effortless reading scene, though. I do love Gods green treasure for sure. You get it just right. It's an inspiration.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, CD. Yes, I do it too. I'm a terrible perfectionist, and it's literally impossible for me not to. I'm glad that you liked the poem.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Linda Marie... the green ribs of poetry...
from the rib of Adam ... it is said... Eve was made.
Poetry is a man and woman in a forest glade...
sweet mystery of life... truly, Pat

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Pat.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the blue ink spills....and like Eve made from the Rib of Adam...a poem made from the rib of the forest...
and the Garden of Paradise, the forest...all the sights, the sounds, the inspiration and the beauty of this poem.
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Jacob.

[Chris]

You cast such a pretty line of place and time.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I would rather be in the mountains than any place on earth. Lucky am I to be surrounded by the Blue Ridge.

[Chris]

yes, you ARE! The pic reminded me of campsite at Interlochen.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I just looked up Interlochen, and thus, some of the pictures. Wow! It's indeed beautiful. Yes, I could immerse myself in its beauty.