Sunday, July 10, 2016

I love the forest


I love the forest
I have that irrational urge
To lose myself there

I want to frolic
Roll in the flowers blooming
Talk to the wild ones

I feel like a child
Bathing naked in the stream
On a bright morning

Any season will do
Hold my face up to rainfall
Bask in summer’s sun

How alive I am
When birds twitter their friendship
Filled with belonging

How I love autumn
Blanketed with fallen leaves
Such is rest for me

I love the forest
It’s my reason for living
There’s room there for me

Image found at www.miriadna.com


22 comments:

  1. The last line make me both smile and a little sad - you have such a glowing heart..any forest would make room for you and be glad that you are there too

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  2. Nothing irrational about that. I would counsel you wait for warmer weather but it is a minor point.

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  3. Nothing like a little room in the forest to cheer the soul!

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  4. Such a poignant yet beautiful poem :D especially love " How alive I am when birds twitter their friendship, filled with belonging." Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Tis good to see you happy and at peace with the forest. The sea does that for me.

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  6. For some reason it's the last stanza that ties it up for me... We do seek that room don't we?

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  7. I too love the forest, I agree with Bjorn the last stanza really speaks to me as there is room there for me to grow.

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  8. That's the thing we're meant to do... have conversations with the wild flowers! So good!

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  9. every flower there has honeyed peace and tranquility in them...a beautiful poem Robin...

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  10. I love this, the joy, the sense of belonging, communing with the wild ones. Wonderful, Robin. I feel like I was there too.

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  11. I enjoyed the upbeat tone of this poem. One can find joy in any season, and you expressed that oh so well.

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  12. Oh I am swooning to these words...as if I were singing them with you...that last stanza says it all!

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  13. A wonderful haiku sequence - each haiku, beautiful and evocative on its own ... and yet dovetailing splendidly with the next.

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  14. I want to frolic
    Roll in the flowers blooming
    Talk to the wild ones

    Would love that too Robin! Nothing like having child-like yearnings!

    Hank

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  15. I am a child of the ocean and of the forest. When I was young, we roamed free in both--there is a longing in this piece that I felt for my home--really lovely piece

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  16. I love the forest too, and love all your descriptions. The photo could have been taken in a forest that my back gate opened onto, once upon a time.

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  17. Love this, a unity with woodland and forests, and to talk with the spirits that dwell there is a wonderfull feeling of which you've encased within the piece.

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  18. Your poem made me long for a walk through a forest, just to experience the sense of peace you have described.

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  19. I love what you wrote her...the forest is, in many ways, a home to me.

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  20. your words made me have that irrational urge too, but our forests here (yes, there are) are dark and damp and mosquito infested. :)

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  21. I love the forest too and I've been yearning to go up north where my favorite forest spot is calling to me. But, husband is sick, so I must wait. You write so beautifully about this urge. It makes me grateful to read your words and know that I'm not alone in my yearning.

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