A Stoic's Chlorophyll Corona
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I invite you on a journey into the heart of salient nature, where the complex communications of the plant world take hold. Through the lens of stoic leaves and verdant light, I explore the unspoken wisdom and beauty inherent in our natural world. The poem is a testament to nature's resilience and quiet strength, celebrating its ability to thrive amidst the tempests of life. It's the lessons we can learn from the stoic forms of nature, the timeless loot that is lush and full of life. This Crown of Sonnets is made up of two sonnets, a corona, culminating in a couplet, and is a tribute to the silent war fought unseen in dark and light, a war that echoes the struggles and triumphs of life itself. I wanted this Poem to be an exploration of the interconnectedness of all things, a cryptic lore wisping through the rustling leaves and the soft sighs of the wind. This is not just a poem but a call to listen, to learn, and to appreciate the symphony that nature plays for those who have eyes to see, ears to hear, touch to feel, nose to smell, a curious mind, and are willing to experience and understand the salient life of plants.
Blessings,
Daniel Henry Rodgers
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Sonnet I
In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a timeless, lushful loot.
No melodies from throats unseen they sing,
No pleas for mortal ken their silence breaks,
Yet in their rooted quietude, they bring
A symphony for Nature's gentle stakes.
From dust they rise, by unseen hands embraced,
To greet the dawn's first kiss, a deep-green dream,
Unfurling fronds that grasp the sun's warm face,
A silent pact with life's sidereal stream.
No eyes behold the light their essence drinks,
No lips confess the air for which it thinks.
Sonnet II
Through fragrant whispers, secrets softly pass,
On unseen currents borne, a cryptic lore,
A web of messages that dance like grass,
A wisdom newly sworn on Nature's floor.
No clash of arms, no battles fought in vain,
Yet messages they send on silent wings,
A language dovetailed deep, a copious chain,
A bond that knows no end, the green world sings.
With patient strength, they pierce the earth's cold hold,
A testament to will, unyielding, strong,
Unmoved by tempests' raging fury bold,
Their roots, like anchors, grip where they belong.
A silent war against the storm's harsh might,
A battle fought unseen, in verdant light.
Corona
A battle fought unseen, in verdant light,
A symphony for Nature's gentle stakes.
Hear, humans, etched in every stoic leaf,
No melodies from throats unseen they sing.
Through fragrant sotto voce, secrets softly pass,
Their stoic forms a timeless, lushful loot.
Couplet
A lesson writ in green, a truth to glean,
The verdant light, where life and wisdom sing.
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
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