She came to the big trees
Knowing
Listening to the green underpining
For the sound of echos
Her hands on the rough bark
She came to the big trees
Knowing
It isn’t what people think
It is empty of what people think
All you have to do is
Understand
It’s that
Simple
It’s that
Impossible
Cherita Fitzgerald is the Muse of Participatory Poetry Plaiting, Collaborated Combined Compositions, Merged Melded Meter, Liaisons of Linked Lyrics and Wedded Woven Words. Here poets come together to participate in cooperatively braiding various poetic forms, working together to create layered verse and compose reflective poetry. “A golden braid of mind, soul and spirit, endlessly folding back upon itself to reflect new images of poet and EveryLight.” (faucon of Sakin'el)
1 comment:
Lovely, Winnie, lovely.
She came to the big trees
knowing
I go to the big trees
learning.
Vi
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