The Unfettered Canticle of Trees

photo-143In honor of Wilderness Week, which we are celebrating at The Bardo Group blog

Still for a moment the church bells
pealing the ancient canonical hours.
Still the lyric call of the muezzin.
Silence the Shacharit, the Mincha, the Arvit.
Stay the wheels and the flying flags.
Let nature’s prayer alone reverberate
in the unfettered canticle of trees.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.” John Muir (1838-1914), Scottish-American naturalist, environmental activist, and author

© 2014, poem and photographs, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

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Looking back through some old poems, I found this announcement about a poem on a more serious note and unfortunately appropriate given the current warring.

SALAMANDER COVE: My poem Imagine is in the March 2011 collection of this online poetry publication where Other Mother’s Children was also published last year [2010]. Both of these poems also found homes elsewhere including Poets Against War. I’m pleased because the subject is important to my heart. Check out the magazine HERE for Imagine and some other fine poems by poets who may be new to you. The subject for the issue is grieving.

soul, as incorruptable as stone

800px-Big_Sur_Coast_California

there are transitional moments, spaces filled with
wildfire and earthquake and avalanche, yet wilderness
speaks more of the sun pouring his heart out in dapples
and of the paced stew of the ever-changing seasons,
the promise of rough footpaths alongside the lives of trees
and lonely lakes that mirror endless sky-play and always
those smart birds hitching free rides on thermal columns

how cherish-able is the insouciance of the wild, how prized
for its medicinal value, for its stringy-barked eucalyptus
and curly moss, the breathe of its purity in the tossing up
and carving out of shapely mountains and palisades and
high-principled stone obelisks rising from frothing seas
and from the evergreen stillness of the land, the wilderness ~

so reverent in its prayers, its songs of praise, they soar
tower-like, a marvel of primordial cathedrals spinning
past the cruciferous hallmark of hawk against the wide
and cloud-bedecked sky; ageless, these untamed places are
rock-solid sanity and tree anchored, feeding those who sit
one with them, who own the wilderness essence from the heart’s
unbroken core, finding their own soul as incorruptible as stone

Join us on The Bardo Group blog for Wilderness Week, hosted by Priscilla Galasso (scillagrace). Feel free to link in your own related work there using Mister Linky or by placing a link to your work in the comments section.

© 2014, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; the photograph of Big Sur is in the public domain

the smell of wood, the scorch of fire …

stumpsthis rough-barked sequoia stump, sitting in majesty
in its coastal home, victim of wildfire, burned down
to its gnarly roots, its nicks, holes and char, eons
of scars, life seemingly cut off, goddess snake alive
inside the concentric circles, the smell of wood and
scorch of fire, at the verge of our infinity, in its truth ~

pristine

rugged

pulsing

haunted by the geometry of limbs, the calculus of green,
the algebraic eloquence of a world within a world  ~

So present.

So essential.

So primal.

it sings to itself in the marrow of our bones

- Jamie Dedes

Victoria Slotto’s Writers’ Fourth Wednesday inspiration is the “Wilderness,” in preparation for Wilderness Week starting on Sunday, August 31. The wilderness around here is rich in Sequoia. Hence this poem. Please join us at The Bardo Group blog today and link in your own work. Details are HERE.

© 2014, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Photo credit ~Bay Nature.org: “The Bay Nature Institute, based in Berkeley, California, is dedicated to educating the people of the San Francisco Bay Area about, and celebrating the beauty of, the surrounding natural world. We do so with the aim of inspiring residents to explore and preserve the diverse and unique natural heritage of the region, and of nurturing productive relationships among the many organizations and individuals working towards these same goals.” Read more HERE.

FRIDAY PHOTO FINISH: Scarlet Homilies, Snowy Lessons

photo 1-13Rose, heaven’s flower versed in grace,
from your subtle censers you dispense
on beauty, scarlet homilies,
snowy lessons in loveliness.
Frail emblem of our human framing,
prophetess of cultivation’s ruin,
in whose chambers nature beds
the cradle’s joys in sepulchral gloom.
So haughty in your youth,
presumptuous bloom,
so archly death’s approaches you disdained.
Yet even as blossoms soon fade and fray
to the tattered copes of our noon’s collapse -
so through life’s low masquerades and death’s high craft,
your living veils all your dying unmasks.

- Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

This post is dedicated to Imelda (My Wall), the queen of growing and photographing roses and other flowers.

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© 2014, photographs, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; poem in the public domain/source of translation unknown