In The Forest
I try to get a foothold
no resistance in jello
need to get a spine
I ogle pines
I trek on needles
in the forest
I love the resin
sticky white sharp
I try to get a foothold
I live in sun
filter etches
forest shadows
Written for Peggy's "Forest" prompt at Poetry Jam
So lovely. This captures the feeling of a forest....."I live in sun....filter etches forest shadows". Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely romp through your forest ... I live in sun too!
ReplyDeleteha i really like the beat in this...the resin is hard to get out of hair at times though you know...smiles...
ReplyDeleteI too like the rhythm of this one. Very lovely write! Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the flow in this. I live with forests of pines and needles close by... and love it.
ReplyDeleteI can smell the resin from here...thanks! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is intriquing and simply beautiful. I could smell the pines.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Willow!
ReplyDeleteI read this totally differently from everyone, apparently...with its needles and sticky white sharp...its need for a spine, attempt to get a foothold, sun filtered dark... Isn't that a great thing about poetry? Someone's forest is someone else's hell. Really cool poem!
ReplyDeleteThis actually gave me a kind of uneasy feeling, but I liked it!
ReplyDeleteI like how you describe the sap so fully...gives this poem a sticky feel and when speaking of foot holds a neat image in the mind. Great poem, Willow!
ReplyDeleteyes pine trees can overwhelm a forest, nice one
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a happy ending.
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