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Rainforest poetry

Why hello there, it’s been a while. It’s been a year of great transformation and change for me. Sometimes the best things in life are slow to blossom, germinating below the ground in the warm embrace of the earth.. there is beauty in stillness. I am now based in Western Canada for the foreseeable future & welcome this change as an opportunity to start anew.

Here is a poem I wrote a few days ago after taking a walk with my little son.

Listen to the audio recording:

Words & image gallery below:

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Deer fern captured on my walk

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Gorgeous shades of color!

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A place of stillness & sanctuary.

 

Rainforest poetry

 

The forest is a place of possibility.

Each tree yielding

thousands of variations,

fractal expansions into sky and Earth,

defying gravity

in a harmonious geometric symphony.

 

Mulch, earth and decay

fallen giants hosting new life

roots taking hold of forgotten trunks

peeling away vibrant stripes of

reds and purplish browns,

 

only to be covered by

 

tiny forests and constellations of moss,

in shades so bright no camera can render,

the eyes drunk on vibrations and spectrums

the tongue knows no names for.

 

 

Spinning archways created by

fallen branches and the mind sees

bridges, futuristic architecture,

 

in striped fungi the

habitations of the future,

everywhere death and rebirth,

road maps, streams of hope

watered by relentless rainshowers-

oh! all the forest has to offer!

 

Dedicated to my dad.

Iona Fournier-Tombs