Hiding

Find me.
Find me hidden between the moss and leaves.
The bark that hold lives,
but not ours.
This place has a thousand stories to tell,
we just don't speak the language
of the whispering
of the songs
of the rustles.

We run through as children,
sharing our joy and innocence.
Something that will be lost to us
but never here.
The laughter is captured
and is stagnant in the air
just waiting for our return.
Keeping our memories on hold.

And now I return
to my seemingly still palace.
To rest upon the grass
and listen to the birds.
As they begin to tell me many tales.

I'll try to understand,
just to block you out.
I'll listen intently,
just to block you out.
I'll walk in here forever,
just to block you out.

But if you so choose,
I am lost to these trees,
their murmurs and cries.
So find me if you can,
for I'm hidden between the leaves.

Reviews

[I Shred This Cabbage]

it seems you are saying we all become lost at some point or other but do not run from it, the world is more than our ego and we can always find our way again.. there is a melancohly with this, a calmness within your spirit and words..really quite wonderful :)

[Forest Green]

Charming in its own way...with metaphors that are truly true to life. Escape...it's as near as the imagination.

Very nice...!

[Richard]

Very imaginative I very much liked this thank you very much :)

Richie

[Don Shaw]

Great work. I love it.

[FJ Davis]

A lovely poetic account in which I feel properly blocked out.
It's your magical hideaway, after all.

[Larry Micheals]

Good job, not an excellent one though, you can still make your future poems excellent if is an atom of musicality on it. Once again good job

[xxlheart]

this is quite beautiful and written brilliantly. has that dead poet feel to it. amazing!

[Paige H]

This is a beautiful poem and it is very well constructed. The rhyming added to the piece without being overwhelming or forced, as is so often the case. You command the language well. I'm straddled between liking the ambiguity of who or what is being hidden from/blocked out and wanting a bit more clarity and definition. I'm not really sure which would give the piece more power. This is a great work. Nice job!

[lovejulez03]

"The laughter is captured
and is stagnant in the air
just waiting for our return.
Keeping our memories on hold." - This is my favorite part, as it feels so beautifully unsettling. We often look so ways to keep memories (pictures, drawings, poetry, etc) and sometimes the memories are kept without us even trying. However this poem allows the reader to relate and the imagery is good! Well done :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

we all have a secret place.....You have described yours delightfully.

Our childhood is always with us and can become a perfect haven in certain circumstances