House of Heart

Out here
I can hear the chatter of anxious birds. The wind and rain have shredded their nests. A sudden flight of wings fill wispy petals of clouds passing over.
Wandering further beneath the tall pines I hear their creaking branches stretch like old bones. Needing to be heard, the brittle crunch of leaves beneath my feet make their sound.
A White tail deer watches warily from a grassy knoll, his majestic antlers in silhouette against the splintered rays of sunset. My breath is but a whisper in this sacred place that offers everything and asks for nothing.

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art by Lazada Philipine

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128 thoughts on “forest song

  1. You paint just a beautiful picture with your poetic words as the one included here Holly.
    Funny, I too have been painting a stag a symbol within a watercolor I’m working on. ๐Ÿฅฐ
    Have a wonderful day my friend. ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’š

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        1. Good afternoon over there. I hope your day is going great! Okay, enjoy your painting, no pressure. I was in the craft store and debated renewing my paints and canvases but decided against it. We are really busy at the hospital and shorthanded too. Maybe later ! โค๏ธ๐Ÿค—

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          1. I know how hard you nurses work Holly. I hope you do find some time for your creative talent. And I’ve enjoyed dabbling with my water colour palette again.
            It may pop up in a future post ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜˜
            Have a great weekend. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’›

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          2. Weโ€™ve been short handed , imagine that at Mt. Sinai, but everyoneโ€™s starting to drift back in so that makes it easier. Thank dear Sue, enjoy your creativity so that we may reap the benefits! Have a wonderful weekend! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿฅฐโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿค—

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    1. I was thinking about the horrific fires in California and now Australia. In addition to the impact on humanity we are watching the destruction of our forests and many species facing extinction. Australia is the home of many rare animals that can be found no where else . It’s really heartbreaking.

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      1. I am such a lover of animals. If someone doesn’t love them, they better hope they don’t bump into me in a dark alley. I carry a lot of broken drumsticks .
        Love this poem.
        OH. btw… LOL, you are in! You are always welcome to my Princess bed (which is a bohemian bed of art, nonetheless a bed) or the jams!
        xxx

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          1. Yeah! Just waiting for the music to start.
            My Princess bed is not brass. It is so very Boho … a Boho Princess.
            Well, as I have always said, even to the consternation of others…. ” I am a bohemian.”

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          2. LOL!
            Writing or drawing, I know Gi will board the bus!
            1968 Haight, here we come.
            (I might do the new Boogapony outfit tonight)
            Okay.. I hear a guitar… off I go!

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    1. Resa, can you resend. The last I have is RR in the mirror. I replied…did you get it?
      Iโ€™m up to my ears I here at the hospital, we are half staff. I will look for the mail as soon add possible . โ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿค—

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  2. In a world where so many voices steal us, asking for everything and offering nothing, we need to find and conjure and scrawl those silent places wherever we can.

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