Nature's Memories, Gold ~ Odin 10 Options

[Larry]

Natures Memories

What mysteries would be revealed
if only you could hear a field

discussing all the visitors
with Oaks, the Grand Inquisitors,
who hide those secrets deep within their rings.

What sorrows, buried 'neath the grass
forgotten... but as ages pass

remembered by Mariah's breath
and told to Redwoods ere their death,
now locked in stone where only lichen clings.

What of the lovers, hand in hand
who strolled in silence, 'cross the land

or sat and watched the clouds roll by.
Soft cotton ships, which sail the sky
to give the field a drink when there is need.

The field, caressed by farmer's plow
lies fallow, contemplating how

the golden stalks of winter wheat
were trampled 'neath the cattle's feet
but left their wind-swept songs along with seed.

Oh what adventures could be told
by rocks and boulders, as they rolled

through all the many centuries.
Their tale, if told, would surely please
a listener. Their voices can't be heard.

For Nature's memories are Hers,
aware of all, as it occurs.

She sends her secrets through the land
to all Her children, small or grand
and they won't even say the smallest word.

[Psyche]

Wow, Larry! I recognize a good poet when I meet up with this style of writing. Congrats and well-deserved Gold Medal! Your poem is highly original in content as well as form, and the imagery and ideas are delightful...mmmmm....I can just imagine all that murmuring going on in Nature, and you've expressed it deftly & beautifully.

You know, the more I read it, the more I like it. I'm also an admirer (and wobbly writer) of the forms & vocabulary of yore, so this is a winner in my book. I peeked into your profile and read that you don't really know all the rules... but rules are made to be broken, so if you've broken any, kudos to you....LOL....

Cheers, Sylvia-Psyche