Suzy Hazelwood does a beautiful job of curating the literary journal “The Writer’s Garden” here on WordPress. I’m honored to be in the current issue. The Writer’s Garden
Suzy Hazelwood does a beautiful job of curating the literary journal “The Writer’s Garden” here on WordPress. I’m honored to be in the current issue. The Writer’s Garden
Congratulations Jana. I followed you there. A wonderful poem.
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Thanks Steven. Suzy picked the poem out and contacted me. I think she does a wonderful job curating her journal so I am glad to be included. I haven’t given publishing much thought, since I’m so happily active here. But it is being brought up a lot lately. I’m still on the fence about it.
Poetry is a social, community outlet for me. I’m here on WP and reading my work locally among other poets. I’m “addicted” (there are some positive addictions) to the more immediate response. It informs my writing. Almost like aural culture when language was so adapted to the present moment it was spoken in.
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Indeed, your “deep wood of words” Jana, is a wondrous place for us. Yea!
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Thanks Bonnie….glad to be part of adding to the humus rich soil!
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I have no choice but to open the door, walk out into the night, cross the river, trip through the forest, find an open field amidst the deep woods, brush myself off… and howl rapturously like a wolf (well, perhaps more akin to coyote). Love it Jana.
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Chris! Hello! Well of course, this is your terrain….so good to hear from you!
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Stunning Jana.
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Thank you Mark…and thanks for your encouraging endorsement on the journal site. Much appreciated!
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How lovely to be winged around cyberspace, spreading seeds like snow in a shaken globe. I didn’t recognize you in this poem, is it very old or very new? enjoyed none the less…
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I’m not always shaking trees or excavating under rocks, John! But yes…It is an older poem from the summer archives. Written after one evening walking up in the mountains beyond city light where one couldn’t tell where the fireflies left off high up in the trees and the stars began.
“like snow in a shaken globe” …a perfect description of this virtual space! That particular night also being a visual “globe” of multi-faceted “stars” still vibrant in my memory.
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A lovely discovery, Jana, and congratulations. I felt myself drawn again to the vast silence of living. There is some connection between that vast landscape and the moments when we are aflame with light…
Michael
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So true Michael….and thank you!
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What a gorgeous poem Jana! Loved it!
Dajena 🙂
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Thank you Dajena! Being there when the fireflies are in symphony with the stars is magical.
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Sounds like it!! 🙂
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Simply beautiful
I wanted to say hello
Hope all is well
Very powerful poem
Very strong images
As always Sheldon
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Hi Sheldon…thanks for saying so! Smiles…
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