Meditations

 

The clock was ticking

as I walked alone along the dimming trail

in silent anticipation,

leaves were forming spirals

while my skin drank in the breeze

the clouds gathered and conversed

hinting with their sweet smells

I pretended it was true

as I waited for the fall

the flood

for tidal waves to thrash me inside out

a childish game of imagination

I continued to walk

admiring the vicious green

I caressed a tree

feeling the contours, its valleys and mountains, highs and lows

it's bark was harsh yet welcoming

it longed a touch

after all its seen,

the whispers of the forrest were my high that evening

and the deepening brush felt like a blanket

how nice it is to let darkness swallow you

to become formless, floating through the cosmic river

they said today was it

that it would all come down

and I felt the most guilty joy

I felt alive.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Raya Avans]

I was going to quote part of this poem, but as I continued to read I couldn't decide which was actually my favorite. Beautiful poem, loved the imagery and detail. Well done :)

~ rae

[Jupiter Jazz]

The scene you paint in your mind's eye sounds very beautiful. It's been awhile since I've had my mind create that kind of escape... I'll have reinvest in meditation. Good write! Yosh!!