dusk arising

forestness

 

Akin to an inviting smile of life,
a warmth of sunlight flickers
through green woodland canopy.
Reaching down into the cooler
stillness where I am earthed.
Crouching now amid the richness
of bracken's spring growth
I inhale the vibration of forestness.
Stillness.
I want calm and stillness
to become fully sensually
aware of all surrounding me.
Sounds comfort my ears.
The constant mild drone
from high treetops tells
of a breeze playing above.
Gentle squeeks and groans
of trees flexing bows reach out
to a sudden flutter of speedy
passing winged disturbance.
Winged insects seek and
find interest in my presence.
I wonder shall I be fortunate
and sight perhaps a deer
or squirrel about their daily lives.
In this, the slow ever peaceful
world of woodland where
man has made no mark.
Here relaxed  breathing
falls easily to mindfulness
of such wonderful gifts
of creation.

Comments10

  • orchidee

    Good write dusk.
    You making up words that I can't sing? forestness. heehee.
    Nice if it's dry underfoot. Otherwise may end up on a boggy track.

    • dusk arising

      They call it poetic licence, but i told them you don't spell dyslexia that way. Thanks Orchi.

      • orchidee

        I've nearly always believed in a Dog!

      • Jayasree

        That's a beautiful poem. It's as if I am in the forest ,enjoying the stillness. Love it

        • dusk arising

          Thank you. Im pleased you felt the closeness of the scene.

        • Teddy.15

          I could never deny the beauty a forest has to offer but I also find it's mysterious and personally I find that tall trees hovering over me covering the sky leave me feeling somewhat in a darkness. Weird Dusk, I know it's always been that way ever since I went to Marchants hill as a kid with the school. I think I lost my bearings, your poem is beautifully created if it's a comfort to you it's a comfort for me. Gorgeous

          • dusk arising

            Woodland thoughts are an escapism for me, I rarely enter a real one but the feeling woodland has evoked in me remains strong. I'm saddened to read you have a negative connection here but pleased that you appreciate to piece. Thank you for your kindness and support.

          • Saxon Crow

            And you will you will absolutely find me there doing the same thing. Completely relatable Dusk. Great poem

            • dusk arising

              Thank you SC. I literally meditate my mind away to woodland for peace on occasion.

            • L. B. Mek

              'Reaching down into the cooler
              stillness where I am earthed.
              Crouching now amid the richness
              of bracken's spring growth
              I inhale the vibration of forestness.
              Stillness.'
              the best compliment I have to offer
              for this majestic traversing through nature
              within wondrous brevity of poeticism, you've weaved
              is that, I almost thought this could have been penned
              by our nature poetess supreme: Fay Slimm...
              Brilliant! Dusk, back to your innately poetic best
              in my humble opinion..
              thank you for sharing!

              • dusk arising

                Thank you LBM. I am a poet of many shades I guess. I'm pleased you enjoyed this little trip.

              • Neville


                What a wonderful title sir .. and what follows, is a swathe of perfect green .. although maybe a paradox .. I found your words today to be relaxing, stimulating and refreshing ... just as a woodland walk should truly be .....

                ... Neville

                • dusk arising

                  Thank you Neville. Your words reassure me i struck some of the right notes through this piece.

                • Jerry Reynolds

                  Good poem, Dusk. Grew up on a farm in southern Virginia. No running water or electricity. Surrounded by "Forestness." Totally relatable.

                  • dusk arising

                    A country boy huh? Well i was born into a big wicked city and it took me quite a while to realise that a big city is not the 'be-all and end-all' of 'good'.
                    Writing this was a meditation to a peaceful place.
                    Thank you Jerry.

                  • myself and me

                    I held my breath while reading your work, so afraid to disturb the peaceful forestness.

                    • dusk arising

                      I'm pleased if you felt that peacefulness. Thank you m&m.

                    • mohangupta.suresh@gmail.com

                      Nature has a way to enrapturing our senses, as you have so oetic captured

                      • dusk arising

                        Yes, thank you, undisturbed nature works for me.

                      • Goldfinch60

                        The glory of woodland is so wonderful and beautiful to be in, your words show this so well d a. I will meet you in that wood one day.

                        Andy

                        • dusk arising

                          Thanks Andy, one day we'll take a stroll down by the Avon too maybe.



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