At dVerse Lisa is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose our own poem to post.
dVerse Poets – OLN
“The best part of happiness is the pines.” Terri Guillemets
Songs Of Life The pine cone is sentinel, even in its surrender to gravitational inevitability, that severance of the fullness of sap, offering songs of life in death, a conal dichotomy of choices in weathered experiences, a gift graft of popular truthing, symbol, spelling or cure, its real is to open or closed, sometimes simultaneously, such a grand lesson in how to be. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®
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There is, indeed, that lesson to learn, and others too, in the grand and spiritual pine forests. I think your verse really explores that beautifully..
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Can’t say I’ve ever thought about being a pine cone but they are certainly prolific this year.
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” such a grand / lesson in how to be”
As simple as it sounds, a great challenge for many.
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Yes, I must say i find that so personally.
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I don’t think I will ever look at a pine cone in quite the same way again.
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Ha, there you go, I fell in love with them as a child, thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. I have a hanging basket of pine cones by our front door.
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How lovely, that is something I would appreciate.
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🙂
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One of my favorite things on earth!
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Me too Cheryl 🙂
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This is absolutely exquisite! I especially love; “a conal dichotomy of choices in weathered experiences,”❤️❤️
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Thank you Sanaa, very much appreciated 🙂
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Pine cones hint at the beauty of after-life.
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Yes, that’s it for me, thank you for picking up on that Patricia.
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Lovely image and beautiful reflections Paul. I have a few pine cones and seashells scattered around among the little souvenirs of my life. They are equally beautiful and inspiring as the artistic creations of humans. ❤
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Yes, so totally agree with you Cheryl.
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Paul, the pines in the yard give up so many cones that I just consider a nuisance, yet the number of critters who are sustained by them are numerous. I used to rake them up and throw them away. Now I collect them in 5-gallon pails that remain available for the critters. This winter the possums had a feast on them 🙂 Your poem highlights their selflessness and their lack of worry about how to be, they just are until they are no more.
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I love that you have embraced them, I agree they are so selfless and a great image, thank you for sharing that Lisa.
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You’re very welcome, Paul ❤
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I am fascinated by pine cones…I give them to people for gifts at christmas to hang on the tree with a short poem
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Beautiful thought ~ some times the most important lessons in life are right out in nature, right in front of us to recognize. Well done.
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Yes, I find that to be true for me too. Thank you 🙂
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Learning from the trees is something we need to do quickly before the trees are cut down for timber.
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Yes, time is out.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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