Treelines for writing

Settle down...

you've got:

pines forever

...as far as your concerned

or want to be...

Islands in the midst

...of all those lost plans

now taking shape again

embedded in dreams

and eventual clarity

Tin cans of sounds rumble through my chest

and I notice insects more

and the lines within treelines 

 

cramming together all of these feelings leaves a real-time choice in me

how I can recast myself into that bay

sea stacks

white foam

 

and breach as what I set up to catch

as divine separation completes its circle

the soul, being with every wave

until something changes

I like it this way

Reviews

[roarke]

Forests and oceans, eternal icons and providers/creators of life. You've done them both justice here D.

[dukovan]

Just moved to the PNW less than a month ago. I had no words for it all for the longest time. Humbling stuff.

[dukovan]

Thanks for stopping by Bill, always good to hear from you.

[roarke]

I just read your Mountain Thoughts piece, but it didn't offer a window to comment. Great piece, great metaphor, and I wondered as I read it how it might sound as a voice over for a video of the experience. Keep writing.