A short poem I wrote as a visual of a forest.
The Forest
Grey mist,
freyed at all ends,
fading into the sky.
Fresh breeze,
frequently floating
past river bends
whoes water is rushing by.
Green trees,
trikling with dew,
rustling in the wind.
Birds tweeting,
their lives are new,
their gentle spirits
have never sinned.
Nate Flying Owl
As a nature poet, I enjoyed this piece. I adore the forest so thank you for sharing this.
As a nature poet, I enjoyed this piece. I adore the forest so thank you for sharing this.
marvinbrato
Explicit imagination... profound expression! I loved it!
Explicit imagination... profound expression! I loved it!
samanyan
this has the gentle wildness of the forest
this has the gentle wildness of the forest
robyn selters
Lovely poem with a gentle lilt and interesting concluding line so poignant.
Lovely poem with a gentle lilt and interesting concluding line so poignant.
Freeze-frame phrased imagery is effulgent...Crisp, tight structure affords fluxive movement throughout...[Re-Visit Line 7...You've got a Fingertip-Slip Type-O on "whose"...i can catch them 'cuz i make them all the time ! ]Otherwise, commendable work,young lady...\\\FjR///