Yesterday, a photograph –
acorns, on a table, jarred –
appeared before me. Curiously,
the reverse revealed a label, written;
sinistral, spectral; snared within
open quote marks, reckoning
October, nineteen ninety-five.
.
Inclining from the past to present,
the ink, faded and reminiscent
of early morning light as this
November beckons, reminding
me that memory and friendship,
and, yes, acorns, on a table, jarred,
remain as mighty as the oak.
*[photo: Glenn White @ Wild Life blog]
For sure they do, Nick – mightier, perhaps x
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Yes, maybe even mightier.
Thank you, Ingrid x
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exquisite
thank you, Nick Nick! I’ve been missing your writing – but oh! The archives.
What a breath of fresh air
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…and breathe!
Thanks H.Troy
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Ooh, I LOVE this!!!
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Aw, thank you, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Nick!
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such beautiful imagery Nick!
💗
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Memory & moment,
past and present.
Thanks Cindy!
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A splendidly mighty poem, Nick. Or should I say mightily splendid?
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Thanks Tanja!
Either would be
OaK with me!
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😊
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Exquisite!
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Thank you, Barbara!
Have a great day!
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You, too, Nick!
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Striking imagery and powerful message, Nick. It occurred to me that, like the seeds found preserved in the pyramids of Egypt, each acorn probably still has the potential to grow. So, in a small, forgotten jar there may be dozens of magnificent oak trees!
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I received the photograph from two university friends, Cheryl. I had given the jar of acorns to them on Hallowe’en 1995 (though, in all honesty I have no memory of this! – though it does sound the sort of thing I Would do). They had, quite brilliantly, carried it from home to home to home since then and now, leaving the nature reserve that they have been living on, are doing just that – giving them back to the earth. Wonderful!
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The much-used “from little acorns grow…” is so potent here. I love the idea that memories are solid and and indestructible. Thank you.
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Thank you for dropping by, reading, and taking the time to comment, Joy. Much appreciated!
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So many layers here. Beautiful and thoughtful.
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Thank you, Merril. It was a case of truth being stranger than…
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You’re welcome, Nick! 🙂
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