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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Dryad

photo by Rosie Hardy
Come to the forest
Come when your heart is as full as the moon
and your desire blazes like a shooting star
Do not fear the sentries;
 they observe your entry
but ignore trespass
when intent is pure
Search out the message that I have written for you
in the trivialities of veins in the leaves
Read its significance
with your fingertips
You have always touched wood
wishing
I am waiting 
with your answer.

14 comments:

Mary said...

Ah, this is mysteriously wonderful. You have me wanting to know the answer!

Fireblossom said...

That's sweet. I like that.

Brian Miller said...

oo there is magic in this...love the message in the veins of the leaves....tactile...magical....love it mouse...

Mary Mansfield said...

I love the sense of magic you've created in this poem! What a beautiful daydream indeed...thanks so much for sharing this with us over at Poetry Jam this week.

Mynx said...

Just lovely, such magical imagery

Grace said...

I like the use of the forest as a metaphor for those places where we can find the answers we are seeking for ~

Lovely share ~

Dave King said...

Splendid! Love it! Bravo!

Helen said...

'Come to the forest' ... I journeyed to daydreamland when I saw those words, this is lovely.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Liked the mystery of this. Thanks.

Loredana Donovan said...

Very mysterious! I'd like to know what the message said. :) A magical poem :)

Laurie Kolp said...

Magical indeed!

Margaret said...

The opening lines I imagine being carried on the breeze and whispering into her ear... :)

Hannah said...

Lola!!! I love what you've offered here...love reading those veins in leaves...and your cosmos opening is stunning!!

ccchampagne.com said...

I enjoyed this one very much... It feels like the beginning of something really magic - I've always been deeply fascinated by forests!