Archive for September, 2010

Dryad’s Canticle

September 21, 2010

The dryad sings her song in the breeze,

Pure, sweet, Nature’s canticle,

Praising the sun and the moon,

Thankful for the stars she wears in her hair,

And the deep sweet water she sips from the earth.

She raises her branches to the heavens,

Her trunk planted firmly in the ground,

Her roots growing dense and tangled below.

Strong, sturdy, well-balanced,

She is home to birds and bees and butterflies,

Squirrels and insects and creeping things.

The dryad and her tree offer food for many,

And shade for all.

She wears a cloak of stillness,

Watching busy lives come and go.

She blesses each of the little leaves,

That join together to make this mighty tree.

The dryad cherishes the soil that gives her life,

Growing each day one day at a time,

Taller, wider, ring by ring.

She sings a soft song of silence,

Of giving and taking for the good of all,

Of things that were and are and may yet be,

Verses heard only by angels above and earthworms below

And those who take time to sit under a tree and listen.

By Kerry Vincent  (c) 2010

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Poetry: Duct Tape of the Soul

September 14, 2010

Poetry: Duct Tape of the Soul

Good poems are like a full roll of duct tape –
Sturdy, strong, hardworking, flexible, resistant to tearing.
Good poems, like duct tape,
Take two or more different thoughts
And stick them together good and tight,
So that the ideas touch and meet and face each other,
A durable, long-lasting union, hard to pull apart.
Good poems, like duct tape,
Should be unrolled slowly, carefully,
Not twisted or twirled or dropped.
Goods poems, like duct tape,
Can save the world!
…Well, almost…
But I’m not too worried about Armageddon –
I’ve got my pens, my journals, and good poems,
— The sticky duct tape of my soul —
To put me back together again if I fall apart.

By Kerry Vincent © 2010