Hello and good day to you. Today I am participating in Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt. The prompt is Magical Village. It can be any variation of the prompt or the image (below).
The photo is rather magical and made me throw caution to the wind and attempt a free verse. Actually, I am not even sure, if that’s what it is – anyway, here goes.
The World of Trees
Fireflies line the path Magical village Hiding in plain sight A lush rustling village No wants and little needs Strife there was none. Oblivious of taunts, curses and betrayals Partners for life with ample space for young’uns Once they grew roots they too stayed put. Some were short, some tall some colorful, some shy The naked and the bedecked together, no bite in their bark Phoenix rising from the ashes, They were that magical. Passing travellers stop by Catch a break, have a stretch, grab a bite, Scratch an itch or build a home They leave without even A hug, a pat or a backward glance Once in a while When the weather is fine, a light wind blowing they nod and wave to each other going about their daily chores Day in and day out, these voiceless master chefs concoct magic out of thin air Some make tea, some coffee Offering children of their heart an arm, a leg, their whole being With no expectations the tireless village plods on in pursuit of its Endless thankless task -- Feed and sustain 20 quintillion lives and counting
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Thanks for visiting and your kind comments and suggestions. Have a super weekend.
Note (8/10/23): I changed the title of the poem as I felt that otherwise the poem was very obscure for most readers. Do let me know your thoughts. Thanks
Beautiful poem,Dahlia. Described the lovely sleepy village well.Magical.
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Thanks ⚘️
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Reading it again I can see you described the trees.
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Thanks again Ferdi. I was wondering if I should change the title 🤔
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Your poem reading again reminds me of my Cherry tree.A beautiful tree which gave us pleasure in spring with white blossoms ,juicy cherries whch fed flocks of black birds and parakeets as well as us nd lovely colours in Autumn. Sadly though neighbours did not like the rangoli of fallen leaves in their garden and started chopping off branches praying that the tree to die.
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Your cherry tree has provided a lot of comfort and joy to me as well. Can’t believe that some could pray that it dies🙄😮💨 Here permission is required to chop off branches
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So beautifully penned and dreamy, Dahlia. I can feel the magic in your words. ❤️
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Oh what a lovely comment Eugi. I am not confident at all in this format. Thanks a ton!
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You’re most welcome, Dahlia.
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The Photo is really magical and you described it beautifully through the poem. I Loved reading it.
Thanks
Chinnulu
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Thanks Chinnulu 🙂
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Beautiful and magical both the picture and your poem.👏
Cheers..
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Yay! Cheers
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Amazing, Dahlia ~ a lovely, lovely piece!
Much love,
David
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Many thanks David for such an affirmative comment!
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it’s so deserved!
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I am grinning ear to ear 😀
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The insect world and natures’ magic…
If only humans could see.
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Thank you Jules😊
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🙂
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