Guardian
Free Verse
Visual imagery resides
Within spatial representation
Mechanics of perception
Draw a map
Its dotted lines
Stretch and wind
Etching out mountains
Forests, plains
Mind’s cartography rendered
Behind closed eyes
What if I am the breeze
Tumbling and whirling
Above static landscape
Stick your hand
Out the car window
As you drive fast
I am the force
Lifting your palm
Drawing thoughts upward
To dream lofty dreams
Do not resist me
Pressing you down
Descend into truths
Anchored in evergreen soil
Every tree belongs
To the forest
Like you
Trees talk
Did you know
Mycorrhizal fungi facilitate
Arborous conversations
Through the slow pulse
Of phloem and xylem
An altitudinous fir
Guards weald’s gate
Press forehead to bark
Offer exhalation as tribute
Pay homage
In honour of ancient majesty
Blessing bestowed; shallow indentations
Grant safe passage
Jocular winding trails
Escort me through
Cordillera valleys
As I trail my fingers
Through soft, unfurling ferns
Inhaling woodland zephyrs
Eyes note landmarks
So I may
Retrace my steps
To guide me
Back home
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (7)
I love the imagery and the connection with nature in this poem, Marie! And great photo too! Congrats on the Top Story! 🎉
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I felt rejuvenated after reading this, like feeling a beautiful breeze through my hair or feeling the sun on my face. Beautiful, beautiful work!
👏👏👏 I love the beautiful view you captured, the movement, and the atmosphere you built.
Well-wrought! The pic of the valley is breathtaking!
Oh my, there's so many new words I learnt from you today. Loved your poem!
Ah, the restorative power of nature and what a photo! I loved the calm and appreciation of this.