her ribs came from wood
of sufferings, swollen with moonlit tears
her eyes reflect solitude of woods
her arms softest of fiddlehead ferns
yet her fire from failures
carves her path now
into the next journey,
she is resolute, as her mother
& grandmother have been, welding
her words to burn at every dawn
Tree Sculpture at Mississuaga Park
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This is so beautiful and empowering. Love it!
ReplyDeleteI love those soft arms... I think this is how power should be.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poignant poem Grace — and wonderful tree! :)
ReplyDeleteAn amazing poem, Grace! Is the tree in the image near to where you live? I especially love the ribs that ‘came from wood of sufferings’ and the ‘fire from failures’ that ‘carves her path now’. A strong woman.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly arresting, Grace!💝 I love the "fire" that carves her path now into the next journey.
ReplyDelete"...her fire from failures / carves her path..."
ReplyDeleteMasterwork, Grace!
Exquisite myth arising from the Woman of the Tree <3
ReplyDeleteEmpowering! A very interesting sculpture that definitely spoke to you. I can feel her resilience.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Such power and tenderness, too.
ReplyDeleteA journey within.
ReplyDeleteLovely piece Grace - and in a season of fire for Western US - so apposite. And a great photo - just love that sculptors discover spirit in tree stumps - and bring it out for all of us.
ReplyDeleteLove these lines:"yet her fire from failures/carves her path now"-- invoiking the character of the tree sculpture.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful affirmation of life.
ReplyDeleteThe strength in this is inspiring. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery in you poem is so great! And then at the end the carving in the tree is wonderful... This is one strong woman!
ReplyDeletePowerful words!
ReplyDeleteI love this, Grace: I can identify the journey you describe here, via suffering to enlightenment and strength.
ReplyDeleteI see this as mother earth, nourishing us all softly , yet she is strong.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Grace.
ReplyDeleteIt is always easier to achieve when you know what failure is like it gives you determination.
ReplyDeleteA fine tribute with a subject as a beacon.
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