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Unwitting Creator

Unwitting Creator Three decades of habitats hacked to the ground only a stump remaining You see it was in the way of establishment Mourning tree's beauty and lost pairs of visitors in all coloration It took a while to see Crying in vain not noticing the open plain the hacker fortuitously created A playground for dragonflies now flying untethered socializing in the new spacious range The hacker kept hacking yet was powerless too hold back the power of nature The stump kept on flourishing despite the hackers intent Now colorful vistors manifest in pairs again just a little lower and dragonflies leave the grounds with a belly full of mosquitos

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Julia Ward

Date: 6/24/2015 3:30:00 PM

You certainly know your nature... I wouldn't know where to begin on this subject... Townie, Julia, :)

Jill Spagnola
Date: 7/1/2015 11:57:00 AM

Just open your door and open your heart Julia :) thanks, jill

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/24/2015 8:37:00 PM

This created many visuals for me, you have dealt sensitivity with an important topic.

Jill Spagnola
Date: 7/1/2015 11:58:00 AM

Thank your Richard, always appreciate your words of encouragement :), jill

James Marshall Goff

Date: 5/20/2015 4:57:00 PM

yes....i believe we are in those times in our history.....really a wonderful poem, Jill...plus...I have meditated in Superior National Forest one time a few yrs back, sitting and watching a Dragonfly swoop for a particular skeeter, then return to his/her roost, over & over!....with visual skills far surpassing humans....good on yer again! Jill

Jill Spagnola
Date: 5/20/2015 10:34:00 PM

I had to look up the definition of morel telos and your poem came up! You sure love your shrooms. Why? I am working with some verse in my mind. I always create prose in my mind first, than get to jotting it down, then modifying. The art has to come to me, I can't seek out my art. I am patient. You are a wonderful talent. I recall your suggestion of the audobon society, I donate via Arlo Guthrie whenever I can. I got to meet him and his daughter at Denny's after a show. I think it may be time to get back to grass roots. Rangers just lost the 3rd conference game, so I am going to take some trips through your eyes. Thank you!!!

Tulloch Cloherty

Date: 5/12/2015 8:16:00 PM

powerful and poignant

Jill Spagnola
Date: 5/13/2015 7:11:00 AM

Thank you for the beautiful words

Eve Roper

Date: 4/29/2015 12:22:00 PM

Hahaha... a wonderful poem of the human society clearing the land and living the creatures without their habitat, but they move on an survive, a 7 . Blessings Eve

Jill Spagnola
Date: 5/2/2015 6:54:00 PM

Thank you so much Eve, and I sure love blessings! Jill

Robert Lindley

Date: 4/28/2015 9:43:00 PM

Nature will flourish yet again after man is gone. Jungles cover entire ancient cities that only now are we discovering. Great write, very solid 7 ... Bravooooooo!!!!!

Jill Spagnola
Date: 5/2/2015 6:56:00 PM

Thank you so much Robert, even your comments ring with pure poetry! Kiss your your wife for me, because I know that behind every great man is a great woman, Jill