there is nothing more soft, close in my mind
than the mirth-full screeches that reverberate off the trees
romping around with curiosity and a marvel wonderment at the world hidden away
I haven't been there in a while, no,
just like Keats I feel more home among the palace of the faes.
If you leave behind the forest, the trees do make a sound,
even if there isn't a soul there to know what is being said
I've heard it in a dream of mine
It's the sound of child-like wonder being buried.
but just like all things rooted in something deeper,
it will take only growth to bring me back there again.
In short, I really miss just randomly going into the woods and walking around for hours. It was even more fun when I went with friends. I feel like I do get outside a lot, but it's freezing here. It makes me want to take cover under blankets, but this weekend I think I need to reconnect with this side of myself. Anyway, this was just a quick write. I like how it turned out, but it's been a while since I've written something that surprised me. I think I need to keep up with it a lot more, because it's easy for me to get started, it just seems like I'm experiencing so much but none of it is really good enough. I should write down some idea that I have randomly of experiences that would make a good poem and then go from there. I hope you guys like this one, I know it's not the best of mine and I can do better but it still means a lot to me, it's still a piece of my heart. Have a great day/weekend, and don't forget to set aside some time for art, if you'd like. :-)