The Impassive Forest Ballad

longing for happiness...

Some of the beautiful trees,

after becoming accustomed

to winnow and cut the air

for quite some time,

ended like lively official papers

of my ingratitude...

(getting along in peace with winds

or other important relationships

they really stood firmly in their roots

as if to be noticeable)

accusing me with calm composure

that I forgot the present moment

and after all I’m afraid of my own breath

Was it all that just a saw moan?

Author's Note

trying to express the need to be grateful, to live being-in-the-moment

Reviews

[Marie]

What a lovely picture...and how well you express the calmness of the trees.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Yes, the picture is better than the poem itself. This is an old poem.