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.
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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.
They call it poetic licence, but i told them you don't spell dyslexia that way. Thanks Orchi.
I've nearly always believed in a Dog!
That's a beautiful poem. It's as if I am in the forest ,enjoying the stillness. Love it
Thank you. Im pleased you felt the closeness of the scene.
And you will you will absolutely find me there doing the same thing. Completely relatable Dusk. Great poem
Thank you SC. I literally meditate my mind away to woodland for peace on occasion.
'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!
Thank you LBM. I am a poet of many shades I guess. I'm pleased you enjoyed this little trip.
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
Thank you Neville. Your words reassure me i struck some of the right notes through this piece.
Good poem, Dusk. Grew up on a farm in southern Virginia. No running water or electricity. Surrounded by "Forestness." Totally relatable.
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.
I held my breath while reading your work, so afraid to disturb the peaceful forestness.
I'm pleased if you felt that peacefulness. Thank you m&m.
Nature has a way to enrapturing our senses, as you have so oetic captured
Yes, thank you, undisturbed nature works for me.
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
Thanks Andy, one day we'll take a stroll down by the Avon too maybe.
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