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The Lotus Tree (Parts I & II)
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The Lotus Tree (Parts I & II) |
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wornways Member
since 2001-10-18
Posts 204CA, USA |
Finally finished part II. Here's the latest update. Two more parts to go before this pieces is finished. I The Grove twisted by the briny winds, the elder redwoods twine; a grove of serpent gestures, writhing wood and bark, lean above a shaded trail that weaves a crooked line. shifting through the canopy, capricious streamers shine in slanted golden hues with patterns vague and sparse; twisted by the briny winds, the elder redwoods twine. broken twigs and fallen needles lay in shades of brown, a fragrant forest floor where old dryadic hearts lean above a shaded trail that weaves a crooked line. rolling rumbles from the sea reveal a distant rune; an incantation thunders upon the ocean’s marge; twisted by the briny winds, the elder redwoods twine. phantom figures haunt the gloom, enfolded deep in fern; contorted trunks and boughs, by ancient fires charred, lean above a shaded trail that weaves a crooked line. light and bright amid her peers, one sagess stands alone and looms a splendid sight, the redwood matriarch; twisted by the briny winds, the elder redwoods twine, lean above a shaded trail that weaves a crooked line. II The Lotus Tree boughs extend and rise in whorls around her ancient heart to form a vibrant grove from one enormous trunk, every branch a thriving tree upheld by one support. like some unusual bloom that magic airs have sprung, redwood spires unfold in rings the way a lotus flares to form a vibrant grove from one enormous trunk. heaving mystic in the shade through dim uncounted years between misshapen guards that keep a timeless watch, redwood spires unfold in rings the way a lotus flares. her presence holds the air with light opaque and soft; bright awareness radiates to permeate the gloom between misshapen guards that keep a timeless watch. rooted deeply in the ridge, she rises from the loam a living wooden sculpture shaped by wind and earth; bright awareness radiates to permeate the gloom. a creature from the dreaming sings above the surf; boughs extend and rise in whorls around her ancient heart, a living wooden sculpture shaped by wind and earth, every branch a thriving tree upheld by one support. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Loved the scenery you have painted here, and this verse especially, broken twigs and fallen needles lay in shades of brown, a fragrant forest floor where old dryadic hearts lean above a shaded trail that weaves a crooked line. Very much enjoyed~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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