Jan 2020
The forests stretch in reverie
the breadth misplaced in scenery
while the trunks impede a view
of infinity inspired by the muse
supplying secrets in honesty
treasures piled for one to see
while a plot is always birthed
to disregard what's been learned
there is no witness except the self
wandering on the winding trails
never ending except when rest
is disturbed by wakefulness
arbors lost to memory
when consciousness lifts from sleep
paths found are put aside
when the green blinds the mind.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200122.
the breadth misplaced in scenery
while the trunks impede a view
of infinity inspired by the muse
supplying secrets in honesty
treasures piled for one to see
while a plot is always birthed
to disregard what's been learned
there is no witness except the self
wandering on the winding trails
never ending except when rest
is disturbed by wakefulness
arbors lost to memory
when consciousness lifts from sleep
paths found are put aside
when the green blinds the mind.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200122.
The poem “Forests Stretch” was inspired by the quote, “We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone."
