Category: #theWildness
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8 June: The Love of It All #the wildness
Day 8: Write about a favourite childhood memory spent in nature. The Love of It All Dad pushes his easel into the sand.He prefers damp sand –keeps the easel steady, he says, but it’s high tide, so he’s up near the dunes up near the driftwood that’s smoothas the back of Granny’s hands,and crabgrass that…
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7 June: This Corner of Earth #thewildness
Day 7 #thewildness. Imagine you are a wildlife photographer. Describe the most breathtaking picture you have taken during your challenge. This Corner of Earth From stone to tree,a path-like veinto the barn’s weather-dimpled door.It’s marked with broad rain and burning sun,seasons not forgot. Fields over there,the wheat is nodding to rapeseed, and the musical rhythm…
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5 June: The By and By #thewildness
Day 5. Describe a peaceful moment spent observing a body of water. The By and By By and by, my thoughts finda final resting place. Here, wherethe fruits of one’s beating heartfind moon-stained fragrance. Water’ll steal your heart with itspond-born language, life’s broth, and by and by, the frogs murmurtheir love talk, diamond clear,vowel-bending into…
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4 June: Her Dog #thewildness
Those wicked days that pressed. Persistent. Pervasive. Such deep darkness. Such endless exhaustion. The numbness was a disconnect. Fatigue, to sleep. To dream. Aches, the pains of mind and bone. And her dog stayed faithful, never begging, ever quiet, a constant breath, and they waited out that wicked dark depression. This ancient feelingLike dying constellationsHer…
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2 June: Day 2 #theWildness
Day 2. Write a letter to plant A Letter to an Apple Tree Dear Apple Tree, Friend of mine, here you exist.You fill the air of this place with Your backstory, andDream premise. You are,when in bloom,You are not,when bare, and yet You exist for an apple.Such a pretty red thing, Destined for a flowery…
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2 June: Day 1 #theWildness
Day 1. Sounds when you step outside A Touch Of Earthiness A colonnade of old oak treesIts leaves delicate on a breeze.It cuts the air Like a brush of silkSoftHigh-pitched. To dance to,To weaveThrough branches, A sound to ebbAnd flowWith my heartbeat. Written for The Wildness (#thewildness) 30-day challenge: Day 1 – describe what you hear…
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