Monday, March 28, 2011

Breathless, Running Through Woods

The first stanza is a haiku and I just kept going this time.  Hope you enjoy!

Breathless, Running Through Woods


A thrush beats its wings,
I am running and running,
The hollow moon laughs.

I am lost among
bones and regrets.

Rhythm of crickets
rises above the hushed woods.
I close my eyes, hushed,

crushed in my body
that I never really liked,
forced into dull, mad
gratefulness.

A thrush beats its wings,
God blinks,
her footsteps coming closer.

If you like my poetry, read some more here:
memories of yellow
rainy day existentialist

For other poets' interpretations on the prompt "hush", click below:


For other poets' interpretations on the prompt "hollow", click below:
onesingleimpression

7 comments:

  1. Refreshing, beautiful poem. I love all the beauty of nature. Lovely writing here!

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  2. I love the line, "I am lost among bones and regrets."-- fantastic image.

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  3. very brilliant.
    love your take.
    Cheers.

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  4. Brief, but filled with disappointment in self, this poem made me sad for the character. She is lost on so many levels. Well-written.
    here's Mine:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/03/29/indiscretion-now-obsession/

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  5. the hush of night is so beautiful, Lena! refreshing, like TWG says!

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  6. I am lost among
    bones and regrets ...

    powerfully focused ~becca

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