Forest TimeA Poem by Jayne Disdaine
I want to take my love to the forest. I’m not sure he appreciates my wonder. I don’t know if he’ll adopt my joy. The freshness, it wipes the drearies and
desolate wailing-woman moanings from my pessimistic heart. There’s wisdom in these sturdy timber corridors,
and tiny perfect treasures the silently teeming peace is waiting to impart, I want to show this to my boy.
The dappled light through ancient gum branches Contrasts and imprints on my exposed soul. Nothing else matters in the sacred. In normal life I’m terrified he’ll never see
what I do here amongst the fragile powerful giants. In forest time he can’t miss how tiny, striving
tendrils of hope bloom prolific in the not-quite silence. Forest time does not allow anxiety to twist and
jive, entwined vines that give way to hatred.
I’d like to walk those golden paths In step with my lovers rhythm Indulging, sans guilt, in the shared sacrament
of bliss. We would never sink to quarrel if we kept house
here with the kangaroos and lizards They don’t tolerate our stupid frailties; just
don’t get our compulsion to seek ancient hardnesses to revisit. In the forest, each morning is blessed with a
life affirming perfect kiss. © 2014 Jayne DisdaineFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
360 Views
5 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on December 1, 2014Last Updated on December 1, 2014 AuthorJayne DisdaineAdelaide, AustraliaAboutHi. I like to write. I hope people would like to read what I write. What more do you need to know? Please feel free to add me and ask if I've missed anything vital ;) Hope you enjoy! X more..Writing
|