Greetings, fellow poets and nature enthusiasts,
As we gather once again to celebrate the beauty of language and the wonders of the natural world, let's turn our gaze to the profound influence of nature in poetry. From the majestic mountains to the tranquil rivers, from the delicate blossoms to the whispering trees, nature has long served as a wellspring of inspiration for poets throughout the ages.
What aspects of nature resonate most deeply with you in your poetry? Do you find yourself drawn to the serenity of a sunset, the tumultuous power of a storm, or the delicate beauty of a flower in bloom? How does your connection with nature inform your poetic voice and shape the themes and imagery of your work?
Join us as we embark on a journey through the poetic landscapes of nature, exploring the myriad ways in which the natural world inspires, enchants, and moves us. Let's share our favourite nature poems, swap stories of personal encounters with the great outdoors, and revel in the timeless beauty of nature's poetry.
It is autumn here at the moment but very few orange leaves. I live in an ever green vally sourranded by woods. I'm face to face with nature often. Today on the way to work I thought to capture a little of that in what I see in my small urban place of solitude. Apollo yet to say good morning
sends welcoming pink hues
barely visible upon a cloudless sky.
Freezer burnt grass glistens
in its crystalized form
cries out under each back breaking footfall.
A lifeless world spreads out desaturated
with no shadows cast.
The silence broken as a lone gull
claws at a stale donut,
head darting weary
of all would be rogues.
We walked a forest path when a girl passing the opposite direction tore off her designer sunglasses and screamed when a bug landed on them. As she brushed off her clothes, I thought she brushed off nature.
Curious.
I enjoyed the walk.
Embracing Nature
As I walk through the verdant forest,
I breathe in the cool, crisp air,
sweet pine tingling my tongue.
allowing my thoughts
to drift like autumn leaves
tumbling through the breeze.
The branches above sway
in a rhythm, only nature choreographs,
their leaves whispering tales
of time's unyielding passage.
I'll have to sit back and think of this, I know it is a great influence on me. I grew up camping for long speels and doing farm work. My favorite quote about nature off hand thought is;
'Art is men added to nature'
It is out of a tobacco packet that had random quotes on the inside flap.
These sorts of invasive plants are called weeds in Australia. I wonder if there is anything that eats them?
The primary influence of nature on my poetry is that the world is dynamic, there are micromovements happening in a natural environment that you have to know to look for. An example is lichen, in writing this poem I took a photo of them in a nature reserve. The woman I was with who is use to built environments thought they were stains rather than living organisms. I haven't yet followed up that a lichen is a symbiotic union of algae and fungi. The problem of using nature is that a poem is not just a description, the description have to reveal something. Your laureate poem reveals an attitude of surrey as well as scenery and events