Venturing.

Author's note:

I wrote this poem, as the subtitle suggests, while pacing. I spoke it out loud and grumbled when the dictation tool on my Notes app didn't understand the particular words I was speaking, or typed them at the right pace. A fun detail is that although the lines might flow into one another, there were loooong pauses between them.

It's interesting how poetry changes when you're not typing or writing it, but speaking the words directly from your mind.

Enjoy!

- Red 💖🌱

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Hostility

The Fox cautious because it is carrying the lamb asleep

The unknown is great and grand

Many a wish spent on gentle paths

And celestial guidance

Never before knowing the darknesses that comes

Out; reaching with dark intent in their fangs

The viper’s nest oh so more friendly

But nowhere to turn back to as the wood will fill all hollow gaps

Slowly, steadily it wanders

Snake skins used for armour once again

Looking for a priceless pot of honey

With the wildflowers smelling like home

No further distance than the distance unknown

Unusual how the Fox’s chest widens as it smells the moon’s song

There is fondness here

Maybe a found familiar nature

Maybe as an owl’s spying notes left discarded as a clue of where to go and what will follow

Absurd to think of chrispened daffodils whose wishes continuously fly somewhere out of reach.

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