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My Forest Visitor
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My Forest Visitor |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Sitting in my forest where leaves are changing Hear songs floating in the air of the spirits around me The coarseness of the bark as I lean on my tree Reminds me of the life that is just beyond I continue to sit and wait knowing there is something to come A visitor afraid of me as I of him Just a knowing just a feeling But wait I must as the sun starts to descend I fear not for the spirits protect me Far away I feel eyes watching I smile knowing its almost time to slowly see What the wings of tide have brought to me There is a rustle amongst the trees and sticks as the eyes get closer Intense in their stare as if seeing through me I close my eyes not in fear but to show trust beckoning to see Once again what the winds of tide have brought to me I feel a nudge upon my hand and still with eyes closed Run my fingers over this friend not foe Even in my fingertips I feel the different worlds we come from yet so the same When I open my eyes and slowing gaze upon my new friend I inhale once upon such a sight For the power of the dragon has come to me this night He tilts his head and puts his eyes close so I can see inside All fear gone as I gaze upon the beauty and honor of it soul No words yet sitting in silence of so much yet to be told As I sit with the bark against my back In my forest of falling leaves Spirits sing now not just to me |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
WOW, Connie! They say things come in threes! But of all three of your poems I have read this morning, this is my favourite. I am a forest person. My house is in an indigenous forest garden. This poem, except for the fear on my side, could so easily be about me meeting an animal for the first time. I'm not so good with people, but I bond so very closely with animals even at first sight. So-called vicious dogs don't bite me. Either I taste bad or they know I adore them all. Sorry, I am rambling and getting away from what you meant - but not from my own personalised interpretation. Oops, sorry for twisting it. As you meant it, is very, very beautiful indeed, too. Owl |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Thank You!!!! Thank You |
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