(sorry about the formatting, i coulnt get it to do what I wanted) I put a bouquet of wilting flowers In a vase in a cabin in the middle of the forest. As the leaves turn And slowly fall to the ground I realize that soon this forest So full of life(Maple, Birch, Oak, Chestnut, Raccoon, Chipmunk, Squirrel, Beaver, Badger, Bear, Pheasant, Duck, Turkey, Jay, And the one forever chanting the mantra “chicadee-dee-dee”) Will be void of any sound. The chirping of frogs and crickets Will be silenced All will be silent. For soon this forest So full of life, Will be a barren desert of gray and white. And the most vibrant thing for miles And miles And miles Will be the bouquet of dead flowers Left to fade in a lonesome cabin.
Does anyone have any feedback? I wrote this as I was waking up this morning...and I'm still not quite sure what it means.
Really well-written, it's got that wilting-away-beauty feel to it. As much I am opposed to looking at the world with that kind of philosophy, I could see how well you can feel the paradoxical "apathetical emotion" in that piece. I think you know what I mean by that. Yeah, well-written, but just a bit too gloomy for my tastes.
Thanks for the feedback, guys. I realized today that there is a "poetry" forum this actually belonged in. Eek.
It belongs in HERE too. NOT just the poetry forum. I saw the story of someone who went to warmer places for the winter. I got that winter Chill down to my bones. You're pretty good.
