untitled - January 13, 2021

Weekly Scribblings #52

The prompt today is to choose a line or phrase from Mary Oliver's "Landscape" and use it to inspire a new piece.   I wondered, if the moss could lecture with tongues, what might the oaks standing along the path be doing?  Perhaps watching and listening?

Tilden Regional Park - photo my own

silence in the wood

the oaks have ears to listen

they tell the wind all

hear it whisper our secrets

or howl frenzied with gossip

 

  ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 

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  1. Bravo lovely tanka
    Happy Wednesday

    Much💝love

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    1. Thank you. That may be the only place I miss in CA.

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  3. I, too, love your photo and tanka. And of course, that is exactly what the trees and the wind do!

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    1. Shame on them! There are a lot of speaking words related to wind, aren't there? They also whistle.

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  4. I'll stick my head out the door, we have two pin oaks trees in our frount yard.. They, like twins, keep to themselves so I'll probably not hear a thing except for the acorns dropping. Great write, I haven't done a tank in ages. Yours was perfect. O yes, we chose the same part of Mary Oliver's poem to write about.
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    1. Oh, pin oaks! I grew up with a pin oak. Literally, it was small when I was small, and by the time my mother died it was a huge tree. Every year some so-called tree company would stop in and ask if my parents wanted the "dead" tree cut down. "No, it's a pin oak. It's not dead." Those tiny acorns. The one place I could not go barefoot!

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  5. I always love walking by the trees on windy days, imagining conversations like these.

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    1. Exactly! Some do sound like they're talking, especially groups of aspen.

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  6. I love the thought of growing things talking to each other, even gossiping. The thought makes me smile. I will probably think of your poem when I'm on my next walk in the woods.

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    1. I was thinking about the lectures the moss could give, and what they would lecture us on, and if they would snigger and giggle at our trysts in the woods!

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  7. Don't you just hate it when oaks tell everyone your secrets? :)

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    1. They live so long they know a lot of them too! They could tell us stories about our great grandparents!

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