Saturday would have been my friend Pam's birthday, so I was thinking about her all day. She passed away a year ago last week.
Today's found poem is taken from a prose writing exercise from March of this year at my writers' group. We were doing a workshop on color, and I had to write something focusing on the color green.
Who else could I think of for green but my Eco Hero friend, Pam Langille?
Forest Bed
Deep
In the Acadian forest
I sit
Under the canopy
of fir trees
Deep
Green needles sway
In the breeze
Filtering the light
Through greyed
Brown branches
Emerald green leaves
Poke through the firs
Beech and birch
Bright moist green moss
Coating fallen trunks
Gathered back
Into the soil
Soft feathery green
Lichen clings
To rock
The rock that marks your place
Your place is among the roots
Of the shining ancient hemlock
Soft
Little
Green
Needles draped
Over
Your forest bed
- Julia Smith, July 19, 2009 / original text March 2009
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Ms Snarky Pants says Oh that's beautiful!
Michelle Johnson says Pam's smile is exuberant in your photo.
Nikki says Why do friends have to die?
Oh that's beautiful! I'm so sorry about your friend!
ReplyDeletePam's smile is exuberant in your photo. I'm sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a wonderful tribute to her. Good night~
Why do friends have to die? Beautiful poem Julia. Very touching. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteps: how have you been?
Great tribute.
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful poem Julia and a beautiful tribute to your friend. x
ReplyDeletea beautiful gift to your friend
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way to remember your friend!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, beautiful tribute to your friend.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem - I could smell the forest! :) A lovely tribute to your friend.
ReplyDeleteYou know I'll be thinking of this when I'm at Cub Scout Camp next week! Bet you never expected to wind up there -- even if it's only in someone's thoughts.
ReplyDeleteShe was beautiful. Your poem touched me. Beautiful!
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