Mysteries of the mato

sorenbarrett

The forest has a sound that the city does drown and in cold streets drifts away
Ancient wisdom profound, nature's music through air and ground, where leaves do play
Birds unseen behind a screen of emerald green sing an undeciphered song
Along shaded trails, beyond leafy veils, trees wear a vine woven sarong

 

A waterfall chorus, over rock drums porous plays liquid lullaby dreams
Poems of the breeze sift through branch's net of trees, riding golden sunbeams
Smell of enchanted soil, a recipe of ten thousand years toil, black gold
A mushroom covered log, a painted frog, dark secrets of stories untold

 

Voices of the past call, from beyond a wood wall, forest spirits live here
Branches speak in a creak, a squeak becomes a shriek, darkness brings fear
But no need for fright in the womb of maternal might, held in a mother's arm
Blankets of slumbering earth, cradle of birth, in nature's nursery there is no harm

 

Spirits of the past in a forest vast fill the moss covered trunk of every tree
Under canopy torn in rain storm, a lodging for travelers without a fee

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  • orchidee

    A fine write SB, and with skill rhyming the end of lines, and also within the last lines of each verse. Some hymns with longer lines rhyme mid-lines as well as end-lines, which is skilful, I think. KP asks me 'What rhymes with sewage?' so she can write a poem about what I feed her. lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Orchi your review and encouragement is most appreciated and the only word that comes to mind is escuage the payment to a lord in lieu of military service but that seems to have fallen out of use.

      • orchidee

        Sounds great to me. She can even pay me for the sewage and call me 'Your Lordship'! lol.

      • Paul Bell

        It is strange that once upon a time man was part of the forest, and they lived hand in hand.
        Did man progress and move on, leaving the forest behind.
        It seems as the years have gone by, the forest has kept its dignity, but man has lost his way.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you, Paul for the read and comment. Yes so it would seem, but man became what he thought was king of the forest and took the wrong turn.

        • arqios

          Just finished viewing Tom Hanks’ “Here” and now your poem reverberates in the mind and soul. That spirit is past, present, and future!🙏🏻🕊️

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you cryptic I appreciate your review, my friend and yes past present and future may be all in one

          • Friendship

            Well written. The poem “Mysteries of the Mato” revolves around the deep connection between nature and human experience. It celebrates the rich, mystical qualities of the forest, highlighting its sounds, sights, and the wisdom it holds. The poet captures the beauty and serenity of nature, the spiritual presence of the past, and the nurturing aspects of the earth, while contrasting them with the chaotic and lifeless elements of urban life. Yet your poem serves to remind readers of the importance and beauty of nature, encouraging a deeper appreciation for the natural world and its mysteries, especially in contrast to the chaotic nature of urban living. It invites reflection on the spiritual and nurturing aspects of the environment, suggesting that solace and wisdom can be found in the embrace of nature.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Friendship your review is most appreciated. I thank you for your interpretation that again is close to the initial intent of the poem. All of this is most appreciated.

              • Friendship

                You are most welcome, my friend.

              • Lorenz

                A thousend shades of green ...

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks so much Lorenz yes at least that many I can see with my poor eyes, a butterfly would do better.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  My friend, this is rich…the forest as mother, spirit, keeper of old wisdom. Every sound and shadow adds to that living presence. You brought the whole Mato to life. Love it, Soren! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks so much Tristan for the review. Yes walking in it everyday it just comes out at times.

                  • Kevin Hulme

                    'I don't think I'll ever see' etc. I fine Poem about
                    Nature and all it's drapery. Good Write.

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you Kevin I appreciate your words of support and I hope you do get to see it.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      The beauty of Natures wonder can never be heard in the city soren.

                      Andy

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you so much Andy yes that is so true the noise of progress is too loud. I appreciate the read and understanding words



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