moss grows thick on a stone laying still
the birds chattering, singing, chirping in the trees
beside an ancient waterfall,
dried up by the warm breeze
the gentle cool spring,
flowing water fills a pool
listen to scampering animals in the foliage
the sounds all around gently sooth
the sun sets below a rolling hill
insects chirp in the background a far
I lay myself down on the damp green grass
facing up towards a blanket of stars
I awake looking towards the horizon
a pallet of purple and pink
the animals moving, beginning their day
the sun from behind the hill begins to wink
the afternoon roles on as I bury my feet in mud
lay my naked back on warm stones
the clear sky and beaming sun smile at me
when I am in the wilderness alone
A contest entry
- Experimental and Visual by Anastasiya.
687 points, ended June 27, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your happy place. by samantha jean.
800 points, ended July 21, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a very visual natural poem, nice coherent thought process which is extremely evident through the craft, sorry for the late judgement, and thanks for the entry in the contest
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Your described a place where I would love to be, but could you elaborate on experimental part of this poem? It is definitely visual.
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