Lost forest
On Monday,I find an owl’s feather- lifelessly lying on the muddy, dirty floor like a corpse in a grave.
On Tuesday, I climbed a gigantic oak tree trunk while rust-coloured field mice scuttle around underneath and all the leaves floated down like a backwards levitation .
On Wednesday, I spotted a tail of a rosey-red fox like a sunset passing.
On Thursday, I touched the scaly scales of a fish gliding through the water while the trees collided over like planes slowing crashing in to each other.
On Friday, I tasted the raindrop droplets slowly falling on my tongue just as the sun bloomed to make a rainbow that’s sparkled silently on the stream.
On Saturday I leaped from stone to stone like a frog fearlessly bouncing to each lily pad -once or twice I almost fell in but still I went on.
On Sunday I dreamed of me in the same woods where the trees danced, while the wind embraced and the stream stumbles over the smooth-hard rocks.
Wow! Suki, you have worked really hard on this. I can see examples of quite a few of the techniques that we talked about in last week’s session. In particular, I like the use of similes in your work. The idea of a red fox being, “Like a sunset passing.” paints a really powerful image. A great first poem of the season!
i really like your phrases you did reallu good pov: on wendesday
I love your Wednesday verse.
Keep up the gorgeous work.