Trip

Trip

felonious assault

I gladly give myself up

to sounds and scents

of the forest green

serene surroundings

the choir of birds in a blaze of symphony

the rustling of four legged creatures

dancing to the music

I am in a different world than my own

and would like to stay there,

but unfortunately

the dusk is calling like a mother

that it is time to come home

I will sleep in the dream 

of where I've been

and wake in the fantasy

of where I am going....

the rustling will follow me

as the choir sings in my head.

erin-cilberto

4/4/23

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When the going gets tough, I gladly give myself up to nature. Either get outside in the fresh air and find it or go there in thought flight. There is where I find the peace and tranquility that is missing. Beautiful poem J of the forests green. All you need to lift the downcast spirits.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[Vol]

Having lived in the lush, humid forests of the American southeast all my life, I have found myself in the semidesert of the Texas panhandle. I dearly miss my walks under a forest canopy with splashy creaks nearby...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I bet you do miss those walks...thank you, Vol,
j.

[Wondering Mind]

Those memories .. they never leave us..
Or is that we never let go?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

letting go is so tough...thank you W.M....
j.

[Soren]

So many times I have felt this. Yes more at home in nature than in the house. I can only think that some day I will join nature. A very relatable poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think it would be great to come back as a part of nature if there is reincarnation.
thank you, Soren,
j.

[Perdition]

That first line..the felonious assault nature of loss and gain, ebb and flow, as the death of any kind should be a felony, shouldn't it? I suppose the nature of life knows best but the "rustling" that will follow you is nothing shy of brilliant. A Robert Frost poem influence I hear. Enough to walk the woods and hear the words again and again. Where we are heading we'd like to think we know but truly it does not matter. Only those I have found deeply insecure of their nature or in need of something more, pound at the pages of the Bible or stoke at the fires of brimstone. Sad they will ruin the better story if you let them. Very softly laid J. and a true natural pause over what is a "trip" of a more universal call.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate you, Perdition...
thank you for your very kind review,
j.

[duff]

Take a trip. Somewhere that hasn't been touched. Lose yourself and clear the head. Sometimes a new soundtrack is needed. Walk into new territory. Scare yourself. Nice work Jacob. I really like it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, a new soundtrack...I just have to figure out how to get the Moody Blues to sing it...
thanks, duff,
j.