Another home

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I really need to be in the forest, often. I find my peace there and I can breathe. It feels like home.

So today’s assignment in a poetry class I’m doing, was to use Figurative Language in some different ways, all in 6-12 lines. I managed to squeeze in all I wanted to say in 12 lines (after editing) and naturally it had to be about the forest:

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Another Home

Liberated moves in a home of the living

where I am enclosed  by giant breathing

my steps are muffled by the moss clad floor

and the sky is a ceiling I have no wish to reach for.

The old crooked man with staff to lean on

is one fallen tree embracing a friend

the end of an era that no one is counting

a twig branching  lifeform of endless contour.

Now the woodland lake shouts: “don’t come close,

seek safer sounds of bubbling waters”.

And when darkness falls I’m still in this house

where windows and doors are so out of use

Lotta

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Please take care of you today!

Lotta

13 thoughts on “Another home

  1. I went for a walk in my mind with your soft words in my heart and those lush photo’s. What a beautiful walking place to gather your thoughts and arrange them just so……. When are you creating your book of poetry my friend I can see your words lifting many.

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