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Hygge Feature #25 Pondering

When spending time in the hyggekrog, it’s easy to wander into a reverie. Today’s poems are gently philosophical, relaxing and meditative. Enjoy, then dream your own dreams, focus on the breath and let your mind drift. Here’s another beautiful photo haiku from Marion Clarke:

winter-fire-cattails-dec

Candle Breath

 

Who’d

have

thought

the

capillary

actions

in

my

lungs,

are

the

same

as

a

cord

loosely

woven

draws

up

fuel

to

flame

a

candlewick.

Johanna Boal

GIVEN
This branch to which I take
the running chain
 
is dead in that one sense
we cling to stubbornly,
 
believing stasis, dehydration
mark the loss of life;
 
dead the way no beech or ash
can ever be
 
set moving by the winds
that brought this limb to earth,
 
that aired it for a year
and made it ready for the saw
 
to section it,
the axe to split it into twins
 
whose life is kindled once again
in winter grates
 
that spark, spring into being,
wrest it back in flame,
 
and grow it, given
earth and ashes, given time.
.
Brian Johnstone
(First published on ‘Clear Poetry’ website)

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