tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post4004696725208220379..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: National Poetry Month: Silence of the TreesGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-78685377050501758952010-05-03T13:09:02.769-05:002010-05-03T13:09:02.769-05:00There is wisdom in those trees if we could only ta...There is wisdom in those trees if we could only tap into the words they have heard and the lives they have watched.<br /><br />thanks for the beautymoondustwriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09848554806751678968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-59125478660279215872010-05-01T11:28:16.244-05:002010-05-01T11:28:16.244-05:00This one gave me chills.
LarryThis one gave me chills.<br /><br />Larrynitewrithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03968271056094267260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-43985237232363462172010-04-30T18:10:28.683-05:002010-04-30T18:10:28.683-05:00i have heard soft laughter like this. soft voices...i have heard soft laughter like this. soft voices of those that are gone.<br />drifting through the evening sun sifting trees.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-82450798290745716672010-04-30T10:39:00.491-05:002010-04-30T10:39:00.491-05:00Your words make beautiful music. The trees are whi...Your words make beautiful music. The trees are whispering witnesses. I find myself sad.Sandra Heska Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770393615748405966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-1248404577224444112010-04-30T10:15:17.227-05:002010-04-30T10:15:17.227-05:00I read this and I feel a sense of stirring inside,...I read this and I feel a sense of stirring inside, like the ghostly movement 'midst the trees.L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-51046397518404486992010-04-30T10:00:47.147-05:002010-04-30T10:00:47.147-05:00Singing trees, absorbing the violence perhaps?Singing trees, absorbing the violence perhaps?Kathleen Overbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-51187901643091472282010-04-30T09:04:36.176-05:002010-04-30T09:04:36.176-05:00Lovely, Glynn. Evocative. Also leaves me curious.
...Lovely, Glynn. Evocative. Also leaves me curious.<br /><br />Lines I like: "lilting in /laughter" "green dome of soundlessness", and "ghosts,/whispering soft words / in the silence of the trees".<br /><br />All trees, when the wind blows, sing. I've often wondered what the story is they're sending out.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-26226381068849256812010-04-30T07:48:23.039-05:002010-04-30T07:48:23.039-05:00"He listens now for ghosts."
I am learn..."He listens now for ghosts."<br /><br />I am learning to not listen for ghosts anymore.<br /><br />Thank you for this Glynn. it is very beautiful and sad and yet peaceful.<br /><br />'whispering soft words <br />in the silence of the trees.'Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.com