And the last poem, the one for January 19th, 2012, will stem from a pic I took of an acorn cluster on an oak tree. Circa 2005, I have no history that I can relate; just a deep green color and intriguing seed packaging. Whatever shall I write about? What inspiration can I find from this? Well, I once wrote about how the forest elves took the caps off acorns and wore them as part of their costume. Seems something magical in that, so we’ll start there and see what comes. If it’s not obvious, I’ll put some interp at poem’s end.
19 January 2012 - Wherever They May - sonnet
Discarded, different sizes stacked to go
the acorn caps are hidden ‘neath the ferns;
forbidden forests that the children know,
hold more than mystery there without concern.
Imagination’s elves take turns with each,
they wonder how they look and pirouette;
will image stretch their magic’s reach
and break the mold of oaken silhouette?
Can elves with caps delve deep like thirsting roots,
can legacy be tilled and new seed placed
while all around the others watch with fruits
the same whose leaves were traced?
There comes a time to put the hats away
and let the acorns fall wherever they may.
01-19-12
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