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POEM: inside the frame

May 13, 2014

More BC inspired poetry!

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the white birch looks faded in the evening shade

the mist

from the mountain mimics

my morning coffee steam,

these few moments in absolute

contentment are gobbled up landscape —

red fern, yellow fields, hypnotic

pines puncture my view, peeling back

between trunks, the unchanging mountain

laughs at how small I am with

my insignificant observations.


i drank a droplet of dew

from a mossy rock outside the hotel

holding onto the sound

of rushing water, drowning out

the sound of car engines and

helicopter propellers nearby.


i’m the only human in this lush green painting –

outside the frame

is fraking

and pipeline

and lumber mills for days

but between these borders is a

girl, fully aware of her existence

tapped into a pattern

of leaves laying at her feet,

the near invisible spider-web touching her nose,

the shine of a river-licked rock.


there’s a desire to memorize

woodpecker songs

like a memorize pop lyrics

to have a motor memory for

marching down trails

i beg to be so connected that i can scale the

whole of Terrace mountain



the sun smiles during the rain

the skies shrink when

the mountains wake up and stretch.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. May 13, 2014 5:05 pm

    Reblogged this on Picking Up the Pieces and commented:
    Take a break from baring your wounds and read this poem on Miss Whitney’s blog, Writing in a Tree. :-)

  2. July 27, 2014 8:01 am

    Such beauty my dear sister. Loved this poem and all the senses it evoked!


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