f o {r} e s t
senses challenge
bare wintered feet traverse a cold trail, catching sharp edges in toes—reminding coddled nerves of ancestral energies that walk these paths of stone
wind claps through the leaves, branches crack and sing, giving voice to sentient trees—stories hummed in a timeless tongue, notes of a wild symphony
beams trickle through needle and branch, webbing sacred patterns in an ancient glow—a palate of color painted in sun and shade unveil a masterful atavistic show
steaming bark and humus, mushroom, and moss, swirl through a rising mist—age-old perfumes riding the breeze awaken a primordial sense
damp forest exhales ethereal infusions, releasing the nucleus of time—earthen flavors roll over tooth and tongue, savoring the essence of immortal light
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (7)
lovely poem
This poem smells of the outdoors, cold walks in the Autumn with a big stick and muddy boots, and all the magic that goes with it ♥
This is so masterful and gorgeous! Truly felt like I was in an enchanted forest - felt every word and line! Amazing work, Kristen!
Sounds somewhat transcendental
Oh, my, what a wonderful experience you've written here, Kristen! Love it, my friend!
What a beautiful poem. You brought me right there, into the forest. Well done, my friend.
What a picture you paint! I felt myself breathing deeply. Lovely work ❤️