Is it one of those plants whose seed benefits from being scorched? I remember a large batch of clover springing up where we had a bonfire in our garden, although clover had never grown there before.
Great poem…
Thank you Jane. Yes, where I live we have a lot of xeric sand hills and many of the plants in that environment rely on wildfires to crack open their seeds.
I like that photograph. Please visit my poetry site https://carmenthimble.wordpress.com
My name is Carmen. I follow your blog. You’ll like the writing I think.Its kind of a new to the age thing.
This other poem, Until at Last I Feel sat quietly at the back of my mind, its hand raised, while I wrote Burn. I basically ignored it, though it’s not without some inspiration.
This little conversation has, well, er, re-ignited it. ; )
Beautiful and deep as I know you are DE. Many schools have the Phoenix as their mascot including the Univ of Chicago. From the Great Fire of course. And that city of big shoulders did indeed emerge greater than before. I trust that your personal rebirth will have you even more so as well.
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May 28, 2016 at 2:10 pm
Is it one of those plants whose seed benefits from being scorched? I remember a large batch of clover springing up where we had a bonfire in our garden, although clover had never grown there before.
Great poem…
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May 28, 2016 at 2:35 pm
Thank you Jane. Yes, where I live we have a lot of xeric sand hills and many of the plants in that environment rely on wildfires to crack open their seeds.
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May 28, 2016 at 3:38 pm
Mmmmmm…. lovely.
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May 28, 2016 at 3:39 pm
Thank you Patrick
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May 28, 2016 at 3:43 pm
I like that photograph. Please visit my poetry site https://carmenthimble.wordpress.com
My name is Carmen. I follow your blog. You’ll like the writing I think.Its kind of a new to the age thing.
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May 28, 2016 at 3:46 pm
Nice!
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May 28, 2016 at 3:47 pm
Thank you In Cahoots!
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May 28, 2016 at 3:48 pm
You are welcome! Always love your poetry and photographs! Simply awesome!
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May 28, 2016 at 3:48 pm
Sort of an homage to your piece. Humans aren’t the only living creatures that burn everything to the ground and start over.
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May 28, 2016 at 3:53 pm
Awww, thank you! 😔
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May 28, 2016 at 4:25 pm
It appears, in fact, to be thematic of existence itself. 😉 There is some wisdom bound to the utility of the practice. <smile>
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May 28, 2016 at 4:28 pm
True that. And while it is a very lonely place while I’m doing it, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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May 28, 2016 at 4:55 pm
Heh… yes.
This other poem, Until at Last I Feel sat quietly at the back of my mind, its hand raised, while I wrote Burn. I basically ignored it, though it’s not without some inspiration.
This little conversation has, well, er, re-ignited it. ; )
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May 28, 2016 at 5:14 pm
Isn’t this an amazing, diverse planet – so many inventive tricks of existance and survival…
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May 28, 2016 at 5:23 pm
Absolutely!
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May 28, 2016 at 6:38 pm
Beautiful and deep as I know you are DE. Many schools have the Phoenix as their mascot including the Univ of Chicago. From the Great Fire of course. And that city of big shoulders did indeed emerge greater than before. I trust that your personal rebirth will have you even more so as well.
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May 28, 2016 at 6:48 pm
Thank you Siegling.
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June 4, 2016 at 7:43 pm
I like when nature happens to create a different way to grow. Good to know life can come out of the ashes.
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June 4, 2016 at 7:48 pm
Seems to be a critical step towards life continuing. I just wish it weren’t so dang painful.
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