I absolutely loved that poem, from the first word to the last. It’s powerful, beautiful, achingly sad and so captivating. Loved it! A huge thanks to Trent for sharing that wonderful poem.
Copyright – Adam Ickes
The great forest is long gone, now a scattering of towns, fields and little tamed woods. The wild rivers have been enslaved, giving their energy to great engines of commerce. The thunder of hooves no longer rolls across the prairie. Crystal pure lakes now lap waves with an oily sheen onto dead shores.
We are gone, but we are not forgotten. People use and misuse our image. But it is in the land where we are missed.
The wind still calls our names. The ground still rises up in anticipation of our footfalls. The land remembers.
I know this is cultural appropriation of the worst kind, but it was the first thing I thought of when I saw the picture. And it was done with respect to the original peoples of this land.
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Check out this great post by All About Romance about what’s coming up in romance and not-romance in books. There are quite a few gems out there that look just amazing.
So interesting and incredible to see the difference. A huge thanks to Science and Dogs for the article!
Everyone is free to copy this – in whole or in part – and slap it on their website without telling me about it. All I ask is that the work is properly attributed.
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Just loved this post! Both original, captivating and so powerful!
You’ve always been there for me. Always made sure I was safe. Always kept me alive. Always looked out for me.
…Until the day I dreamt.
Remember that day? When I had the audacity to believe I could be more. When I thought I could spend my days bathing in my creativity. When I was stupid enough–your words, not mine–to believe I could actually become a self-sufficient writer.
You ought to. You poisoned that dream with paranoia, paralyzed me from achieving it and, worst of all, brought me down when I showed the slightest inclination to defying you.
Guess what? I‘m done letting you control me.
I’m not completely abandoning you (you’re necessary to some degree), but I’m limiting your influence on my dream. You will try and stop me, but this time…you’re not winning.