I have written from ripples of rivers
furrowed bark of the oak
chiseled words from sandstone
gifted to me from the gleam
of Eagle’s wings
when the stars speak, I take notes
translating to my liking
the drab of dead leaves still
finds a way to impress
time and loss
they have punctured holes
in my soul
but I still patch them
with poetry
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mishunderstood 
I love this… especially that ending, how to patch leaves with poetry… you just did
I just love this Mish, especially the idea of mending the holes in our soul with poetry: I think we all try to do this to a greater or lesser extent!
What stunning lines….starting from the very first, and possibly best one, and I have been trying to imagine how one could possibly write a poem about a forest that is truly worthwhile..well, I just got my answer..
This is incredibly deep and poignant, Mish! I especially love the image “when the stars speak, I take notes translating to my liking/the drab of dead leaves still finds a way to impress.” 💝💝
a lovely poem Mish – full of tender thoughts
It is always time to celebrate poets, and you did a fine job of it. I think d’Verse has some of the finest poets in the world within it’s ranks. Unless the Pub collapses leaderless, I have no plans go going somewhere else.
“when the stars speak, I take notes
translating to my liking”
Gorgeous lines
Happy Thursday
Much💛love
This meta-poem absolutely seals what poetry does.
Pax,
Dora
“when the stars speak, I take notes” This is just fabulous, Mish!
Wonderful write!
I love your poem, Mish, especially the ending lines! Inspiration comes from so many places!
I love the interpretating of stars speaking to you… Well done!
I love this. The last stanza especially resonates. Thank goodness for poetry.
time and loss
they have punctured holes
in my soul
but I still patch them
with poetry
Thanks for sharing this poem. It was a gift to my day.
Ali
A gorgeous method to heal the punctures, Mish. I love all the earthy tools you use to piece together the poem 🙂