An imitation of William Wordsworth: “Left upon a seat in a yew-tree, which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite” (from the Lyrical Ballads 1802 Volume One):
Left upon a pine tree in South Sacramento
— Nay, Wanderer! Chill. This fresh, wise pine tree stands
amidst a community, amongst all human dwelling;
what if here
no reflecting bodies of water
no lakes and canals to spread green grass or
fresh water to reflect the moonlight each Full Moon
what if here
there was no
sunflowers for the bees to Love
or no bees to inhabit Mother Earth we share;
a child of God
finding paradise on Earth, from nothing and everything
to be nothing and everything
the Light in my mind’s eye,
an awakening to see clearly
to see that Life is the real Dream,
your dreams in the astral realm hold
secrets to your soul’s codes;
Mother Earth is alive, God never died
Spirit alive through the trees, the roses and the Sun too.
Your ancestors pull themselves closer
Through the wind,
A chill down your spine
On the windiest days
Winds of change and winds of warnings.
Warnings of Massive Change.
Enough change to shake up the collective human consciousness,
a burst, propelling Force; moving us Forward —
Spirit in the gravity too.
———- Who She was. She
started a fire, and danced with the aging trees
Now Free, to bend arms and hips,
to twist her hair, chant and dance under the moonlight.
She started a fire. I well remember. – She was one who
owned an ancient soul, an uncommon soul.
A beckon of Light that belonged to God; Christ-like; She too
sent to the Darkest places; to heal the lost and the helpless.
a young child; trauma tossed and turned; a paranoid, bipolar and psycho
or a perfectly insane genius.
mysterious brown eyes to fill secrets; reflect a dreaming glare
to play the role she signed her Soul to.
Lioness moves forward; Pure in the Heart.
A Blade for a Spirit.
The world is cold,
cycles of greed and violence,
cycles repeated, karmic debt on a loop,
karma dismissed and karma ignored,
Spirit is All Knowing
Mother Earth is Alive.
And the Light was reborn
Through bursts of DNA,
The Light now deadly too.
we’ve been fighting since the beginning of Time
her Soul relearning mindfulness,
through her avatar’s conscious meditation.
In solitude. – Stranger! These gloomy clouds
Hold messages and codes for her; Here she loves to sit,
She has many visitors.
She loves Earth so Earth loves her.
A hummingbird, a black cat, a lizard,
a dog, a horse, a baby scorpion, and a snake –
She has many visitors.
Living an unfruitful life, she made the conscious decision
to start again, so she burned herself, her home and
everything she has ever known.
She gave herself back to God,
Her Spirit was reborn to assist the Light.
A near-death experience, a blessing or a fated destiny.
Lifting up her head, she would gaze again
at the fresh, green forest scenery.
To see that Life is the real Dream.
Silence in the trees and in the wind.
A Calmness that brings her back,
to see all that Just Is.
Nature is healing, Nature is Godly.
Admiring Mother Earth and all her features.
Our Creator’s creation, that provides us
with water, fresh air and all the tools to survive on this planet.
Healing trauma, rewriting DNA
Restoring imagination to child-like purity.
An Artist like how She used to be –
In God’s kingdom. We are all Artists.
Wordsworth commanding the reader
true knowledge leads to love,
true dignity with Her alone,
in the silence of heavy thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere herself,
In Free Spirit, In Pure Full Heart. B.B. 22.
- Brianna Barajas
In this literary piece, I provide a modern day imitation of William Wordsworth “Left upon a seat in a yew-tree” from the Lyrical Ballads 1802 Volume One. I focus on Wordsworth’s style of writing as a romantic poet who heavily stresses on Nature. This style of writing honors Nature and perceives Nature as a sacred space. In this imitation, I connect nature to ancient indigenous traditions of experiencing God through Nature. I describe spiritual philosophy through imagery and mysticism, as I ponder on the same stillness and silence that Wordsworth finds in Nature through his poetry. While writing this poem, I realized I could not write it indoors. Through this creative writing project, I realized romantic poetry written correctly – must be done outdoors in Nature. Romantic poetry also requires mindfulness and meditation. As a reader and as a writer, there is an urgency of meditation in the mind that requires concentration and focus. The romantic poet teaches us how to familiarize ourselves with the mind element of our overall mind, body and spirit connection. In holistic healing practices, mindfulness is a key quality to recovering from trauma and addictions. And through this experience, I realized the romantic poets were trying to connect the collective human consciousness back to their spirits. Considering all the greed and violence occurring in the world at the time Romantic poetry came to life– I realize the Romantic Poets were fulfilling their individual Soul purpose. We all have our own soul, and many may wander lost without knowing it. Romantic poetry was so influential and it remains difficult to imitate. I am a poet and a shaman so I was able to mediate and practice mindfulness before and during my writing process. I meditated and fasted to attempt a similar outcome as Wordsworth and many other Romantic Poets as I created this imitation piece.