When the Forest Calls

The day you choose to veer
Is when the woods will beckon you -
Calling with its intrigue,
A seduction into wander.
It sings a song of pleasure -

The siren's tempting melody.
It has been, in patience, waiting
Designing every path
to look of purpose.
It will whisper pleasantries
And flattery
Until the treetops hide the moon.
And soon, reminding darkness
comes to mock you.
And the stripping bark will coon
its consequence -
Forest never was a host to mercy.
You frenzy for direction
but the gourd is fast asleep.
On which side is the moss supposed to grow?
Those practiced in deception only know -
That some will rest to wayward stroll
And some will claim defeat -
But he is never lost who builds
a house beneath his feet.

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I love this. I didn't get the big picture until the very end. This is a poem about wanderlust, is it not? I was a dullard on a wonderful walk through brilliantly painted woods until I reached those last two lines. They hit like a hammer and POW, the message crystallized. I only wonder how that last line might ring if "home" stood in place of "house". Beyond that, oh poetess, I always tell people that happiness is not a destination, but a place inside of you. You have illustrated this so well. I am agog.

[thenakedverse]

thank you so much. i really get excited when anyone can connect so thank you so much for your comment

[AYVID N]

A journey through life? The house...a faith...conviction...

[Emrick]

I love the title. Nice poem.
Does forest mean death here?.

[thenakedverse]

for me, this poem was an attempt to convey what happens when we fall to deep into something that it can seem like there is no way out. whether its addiction, or depression, or a codependent relationship, or anything that seems to consume us.. the ending was intended to mean that we wont necessarily see a way out from where we are at, but if we start working with what we do have and building from there, we can begin to find ourselves again and not feel lost anymore.

[Clayton Bardwell]

I guess I'm too shallow to get the deeper meaning. It did speak to me in the direct sense. I'm at home in nature and alone and lost in the towns and cities surrounded by the huddled masses.