Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Deep beneath rotting loam,
spores await the right moment
when rain and darkness
comes to encourage growth
blending to create spawn
Tiny white threadlike bodies form
mycelium in the first stage
before the fungi emerge
They push their way through
the fertile medium,
only to burst forth
ready for plucking
by long pale fingers stained
from blackened decaying earth
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
Love the source of mushroom… once you find them we have to give a thought to the soil.
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I like the way you highlight that conditions need to be just right for them. I’m always surprised to see them sprout yet it’s a tacit message saying now is the right time 🙂
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Yes!
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The life cycle and harvest succinctly and effectively expressed. I am sharing this interesting fact today: A “Armillaria Ostoyae” mushroom, in the Malheur National Forest, in the Strawberry Mountains of eastern Oregon, was found to be the largest fungal colony in the world, spanning an area of 3.5 square miles (2,200 acres; 9.1 km2).
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Wow!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Never knew till now that the process of fungal growth itself could be so poetic. Wonderfully descriptive.
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Thank you!
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