So Say the Trees

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">As the flowers and birds surpassed a ladder’s worth of Darwin’s metered rungs, so, too, will you —so have patience and I’ll have hope for you, for you and for all of humanity.~A poem written by Chloe P. HawesMy deepest gratitude to Genius in a Bottle (“GiaB”) for providing the prompt on the soul, to which this piece is a response, and to everyone who took the time to read this. If you’d like, let me know what you think in a comment (I intellectually and spiritually relish constructive criticism, as much as I might be a bit emotionally sensitive to the same. I’m a 29 year-old, criminal defense attorney in a city with one of the highest violent crime rates in the United States of America; I can take it). Most importantly, I wrote this poem in response to Giab’s latest prompt, themed on the soul. Read it for yourselves, and I believe most writers and, perhaps particularly, poets, will be thrilled to take up the prompt challenge. The link to the prompt is below:<div id="006b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/walking-meditation-f15e51e9a9a9">

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    </div><p id="7056">I’d also like to call on <a href="undefined">Svetlana Smith</a>, <a href="undefined">kurt gasbarra</a>, <a href="undefined">Carlos Garbiras</a>, <a href="undefined">Adelia Ritchie, PhD</a>, <a href="undefined">Jill Taylor Neal</a>, <a href="undefined">Jenine Bsharah Baines</a>, <a href="undefined">Penofgold</a>, <a href="undefined">James G Brennan</a>, <a href="undefined">William J Spirdione</a>, and <a href="undefined">Carolyn Hastings</a> (although I’m sure this prompt is already on <a href="undefined">Carolyn Hastings</a> and <a href="undefined">William J Spirdione</a>’s to-do lists, if those two (and even more writers I’ve tagged) haven’t participated already) to click that prompt link above and <i>give it a shot</i>!</p></article></body>

A poem in response to GiaB prompt #17: the soul

Patience, sing the trees, is the way to peace a dance of silent lyrics, synced to wind chiming branches and dangling within the theater of breeze

The daisy and the honeysuckle’s spine the Black Bacarra red rose and the white Poeticus daffodil, most pointedly, are yours to keep.

Patience, say the trees, whilst the woodpecker mocks me, is how both my spirit has quieted and the forest achieved solidarity.

And still yourself, each time you glean the opportunity: See, the flowers you steal are eternal, perpetual gifts, you fool.

See the chance to transcend the weight of materiality.

As the flowers and birds surpassed a ladder’s worth of Darwin’s metered rungs, so, too, will you —

so have patience and I’ll have hope for you, for you and for all of humanity.

~A poem written by Chloe P. Hawes

My deepest gratitude to Genius in a Bottle (“GiaB”) for providing the prompt on the soul, to which this piece is a response, and to everyone who took the time to read this. If you’d like, let me know what you think in a comment (I intellectually and spiritually relish constructive criticism, as much as I might be a bit emotionally sensitive to the same. I’m a 29 year-old, criminal defense attorney in a city with one of the highest violent crime rates in the United States of America; I can take it). Most importantly, I wrote this poem in response to Giab’s latest prompt, themed on the soul. Read it for yourselves, and I believe most writers and, perhaps particularly, poets, will be thrilled to take up the prompt challenge. The link to the prompt is below: