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    Whispers of the Woodland
    Whispers of the Woodland
    Whispers of the Woodland
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    Whispers of the Woodland

    By Brandon M. Palinski

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    Whispers of the Woodland is a poetry collection exploring the subjects of nature, love, philosophy and the mind.

    Discover a unique compilation of 46 poems spanning a decade's worth of insights, ponderings and pointed questions on a wide variety of themes.

    Accompanying this collection are a number of images inspiring some of the written works within and one painting inspired by the verse (Matchstick Marvels).

    ~Whispers of the Woodland~

    Come explore the whispers flowing lightly on the breeze
    upon the shaded grass below under a canopy of leaves.
    Enjoy the silent thoughts reflected down the river’s bend
    and allow yourself to drift until you find your peace within.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrandon M. Palinski
    Release dateJul 29, 2013
    ISBN9781301181070
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      Whispers of the Woodland - Brandon M. Palinski

      Dipole

      There is a place in space and time

      Where life transcends beyond divine

      And there exists a perfect rhyme

      In every breath of yours and mine;

      Where rhythm holds a flawless pace

      A glimpse into the heart of grace

      And every soul must solely chase

      Their other half in whole embrace.

      Natural Order

      Velvet ears stood taught against

      the tickling of the wind;

      an emerald sea swayed with relief

      under the savannah’s oppressive heat;

      A glimpse of tan and yellow

      tore through waving grasses;

      it was far too late to run,

      the lion was ready to pounce.

      Shore of Dirt and Roots

      I watch the advancing curtain of sunlight

      slowly bathe a sea of grass

      with a new dawn;

      A gentle breeze caresses

      each blade

      into calming waves

      of sluggish resistance.

      Soft sunlight laps upon my face

      And I wonder:

      How long has the sun washed

      a new day

      onto this shore of dirt and roots?

      How long will it do so after

      I lie beneath the loam?

      The Seeds of Envy

      Standing tall within a jealous field

      Oh what colors I’ve revealed!

      These blades abound

      in seething green,

      a lust the likes I’ve never seen.

      They gather close to grasp and feel

      a shade to which they’d praise and

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