Searching for a word to describe the old growth forest
Serene is a placid lake on the television’s scrambled screen
Blissful is a breath in tree pose before I lose my balance
Rugged is a man standing on a cliff like he owns it, pretending survival
Beautiful is the canopy buffeted by sunlight, not the spider in my hair
Reverent is our collective gaze toward the river though the car window
Moss at the base of the trunk soaks up water from last night’s rain
Trees transpire, water coursing through xylem
Birds I can’t identify call to each other, threatening, beckoning, yearning
The forest lives.
It is.
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Yes, sometimes there is no word – or there are many. I like the variety on the first stanza. Very nice!
Thank you! I don’t love to use the word speechless, but sometimes it’s true!
Omg I think serene and placid are the words of the day because I used them too for today’s poem! I like the alliteration with “serene” “scrambled” and “screen”, same with “blissful” “breath” and “balance”.
Ooo, I’ll have to check out your piece! 🙂 Thank you, I love a little alliteration!