Forest Walking

Wish I could converse –
one harmonic voice blended
in a symphony of birdsong –
but my tongue stumbles
reveals me as interloper

As much as I tread softly
over forest floor, my missteps
crackle, alert the denizens
danger is about – no imploring
can reverse the impression

Nature’s sensitivity is finely tuned
and I am urban-scented, barely
tolerated, seldom trusted –
must bear my reverence for this
sacred space more deliberately.

(Image my own)




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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

31 thoughts on “Forest Walking”

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  11. You have poetically placed nature on her rightful throne of our kingdom VJ … Your finale stanza is exquisitely superb …
    “Nature’s sensitivity is finely tuned
    and I am urban-scented, barely
    tolerated, seldom trusted –
    must bear my reverence for this
    sacred space more deliberately.”

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