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:
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
Please take care of you today!